#connor kenway spice

[kinkandkreep]

Hi u🖖 i have a request about Connor ( ratonhnhaké:ton ) can you make a spicy content about him ? ( if youre not ok with it deleted my ask ) good day or night to you.

A/N: Hey hey! Thanks for sending this in hun. 😁 I decided to do a drabble to further work my hand in that, and I also tried something a little different with this one, so I hope you enjoy! And please feel free to send in any more requests y’all! My ask box is still open!

Connor Kenway Spice

Having been married to Ratonhnhaké:ton for quite some time, you’ve come to learn a few things about him. 

For as big as he is, he’s a surprisingly silent sleeper, although he snores quietly when he’s had an especially tiring day. 

He’s got a secret sweet tooth (olykoeks are a particular favorite dessert of his).

He’s very ticklish, but only in the most odd places, like his elbows and forehead.

But perhaps most astoundingly, you’ve learned that he’s got quite the sexual appetite. 

You’re not sure what exactly you thought his libido would be like before the two of you got married, but it’s safe to say that you were rather surprised to find out that he’s essentially always ready to go. 

You assume it has something to do with the near constant flow of adrenaline he’s most likely to have given how on-the-go he always is, but you’ve never asked him to be sure. 

On a particularly good day, the two of you can take it to the bed upwards of 4 times, not including quickies for when Connor’s especially worked up and short on time. 

You’re own drive can’t always keep up, but Connor is always very respectful of that and never pressures you. In instances like that, he takes care of himself. 

Sometimes, you like to watch. 

It’s not always a mutual thing exactly, though you both do get mutual satisfaction out of it. 

Connor’s a big man, about 8 inches lengthwise and about an inch and a half thick. His own hands, which are large in their own right, just barely cover the circumference of him, nevermind yours. 

It’s incredibly satisfying to watch him come undone, his caramel skin glistening in the light of the fireplace. A light sheen of sweat covers him, causing him to radiate with an even greater glow.

He’s not loud- expressive yes, but never loud- but you can clearly see how his eyebrows scrunch as the pleasure rocks through him. 

The slick sound generated by his hand pumping his length in a steady rhythm fills the otherwise silent room. 

Connor’s head is thrown back in pleasure, strong neck and prominent Adam’s apple on display for your hungry eyes. A strange sense of possession creeps up inside you as you continue to observe your husband.

 ‘Mine,’ you think, rather deliriously. 

Or, perhaps you’d actually spoken out loud, because Ratonhnhaké:ton’s head snaps up, his normally warm carob colored eyes smoldering with a desperate sort of heat, his pupils dilated wide. 

He levels you with an expectant, slightly confused look, his hand never ceasing its back and forth, up and down motion. 

“Did you say som-”

“I said, you’re mine.”

Connor is momentarily taken aback, movements stuttering in their rhythm. 

“You-..I’m…yours?”

“Yes,” you rise from your seat, stalking the few steps towards the man before you. Upon reaching him, you kneel down, your face merely inches away from his manhood. 

Connor’s hand has long since stopped moving, his eyes following you on your path, pupils still blown out. 

Reaching up, you gently coax his hand away, replacing it with your own, and beginning slow, teasing strokes up and down his length. 

“You are mine, Ratonhnhaké:ton. Just as I am yours.”

Now leaning forward, you place a gentle, reverent kiss on his tip, chuckling at his subsequent sharp intake of air at the action. 

You can tell from the way his cock twitches and the muscles in his thighs visibly tighten- something about what you’d said struck a chord in your husband. 

You are very familiar by now with how best to go about pleasing the man: the right amount of pressure to use in your grip, just how he likes for you to slightly flick your wrist once you reach the head, the soft, barely there trace of your nails along his length. 

You could spend hours just pleasuring your love and watching his reactions.  

“Y-yours…”

Without ceasing the movement of your hand, you hum curiously, having been so absorbed in studying Ratonhnhaké:ton’s expression that you’d barely registered him speaking. 

“I am yours, Y/N. And you are mine.”

Ratonhnhaké:ton speaks again, louder and with more conviction, albeit a little breathless.

A moment passes, the two of you maintaining intense eye contact before you smile up at him.

Raising up, you cup your hand around your husband’s cheek, eyes still locked with his as your breaths mingle. 

In a moment, your lips slot perfectly into place against one another’s, pleased sounds emitting from both of you.

You swallow the precious sounds Connor makes as you begin pumping him faster. His hips and thighs begin to tense as he draws nearer to his orgasm. 

It takes but a few more strokes, and the pressure of a cleverly placed tip of your thumbnail against his head that sends Ratonhnhaké:ton over the edge. Several thick strings of creamy cum rope around your hand, Connor’s hips still jerking in the aftershocks. 

“Good boy,” you purr, bringing your hand up to sample his essence. It’s noticeably sweet, courtesy of how much fresh fruit Connor eats and the pies you always make him sample. It’s also only slightly salty, but otherwise tasteless. 

The man himself watches you with dark eyes, chest rising and falling a little more rapidly than usual. 

You’re preparing to speak, when a small yelp takes the place of the words you’d meant to say as Connor quickly flips your positions. Now it is you who sits in the chair and he who kneels before you. 

You’re a little confused, until Connor begins trailing his fingers up the exposed skin of your legs, pushing up your skirt as he goes. His eyes bore into yours, pupils still wide, although not as much as before, and that signature sexy smirk of his slightly curling his mouth. 

“You’ve been so good to me. Now, I am going to return the favor.”

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Head Cannon bc I can - What kinds affectionate the different assassins would be - Part 1

Ezio Auditore da Firenze - The Lover of Love. Family man very affectionate/grew up in a loving closely knit family/family oriented/notices little things/sweetheart with a side of spice/he reminds me of the hot tamale candy lol spicy AND sweet at the same time bc he can be a cinnamon roll one second and then become the oven that you PUT the cinnamon roll IN. He seems like he would play the lute for you the few chords that he learned when he was younger that is, and he MIGHT sing but don't count on it haha. Man wrote some real nice letters when he was older so I bet he would try his hand at love letters no matter which Ezio you prefer, and they would be sweet. Loves to give hand kisses whether they be sweet or steamy. Often comes up behind you and wraps his arms around you in a hug, and imo LOVES it when you rake your fingers through his hair gently scratching his scalp. Would instantly be down bad for someone who cooks Italian food for him because it makes him feel loved and cared for.

Bayek of Siwa - The Kind Lover. Proud affection/"look at how awesome my partner is I worship the ground they walk on"/offers an arm for escort/is not afraid to hold your hand/great at letting people know where they stand and setting boundaries so no one will be confused about who he has feelings for. Very attentive and notices the little things/can kick ass and then some but is so gentle and sweet with the one he loves (no one touches a hair on their head or disturbs the air around them or so help him Anubis...) /great at communicating and is not afraid to talk about feelings. Have a feeling that he enjoys fresh baked bread and anything sweet he can get his hands on, and also loves to share them with his love. NO ONE can tell me that he doesn't take good care of the person he loves because man is a sweetheart protector and dang good provider. Forehead kisses are a big thing with him, where he gently cradles your head to do so, and lots of eye contact when he tells you that he loves you.

Edward Kenway - The Cheeky Pirate. sexual tension/handsy and cheeky but will stop if you're uncomfy/he knows when to behave/won't hesitate to smooch you to the ninth realm and back if someone looks at you like they want you/ have a feeling that he is BIG TIME into holding his partner in front of him at the wheel and steering the Jackdaw (letting them drive but not really)/spoils his loved one rotten any chance he gets (even if it is stolen lol)/will probably make you his co-co-captain alongside Adewale.

Ratonhnhake:ton/Connor Kenway- The Respectful Lover. Not really one for PDA but you'll know that you're loved by him/does gush about you to people from his tribe and everyone at the Homestead knows he's DOWN BAAADD (the tribe elders have predicted a wedding date lol bc they know that he'll marry you. Definitely teaches self-defense and fall in love 5,000 times harder if they made an attempt to learn Kanien'keha/if they love animals and nature, he again will worship the air they breathe. If you cook for him especially recipes from his tribe, he'll probably get emotional because they remind him of home, and he would be head over heels in love with someone who was open to learning about where he comes from and the ways of his people. If you defend him when someone is rude to him (despite being well able to defend himself as we all know) he will feel protected and loved, which he's rarely felt in his life since his mother.

Jacob Ethan Frye - The Sweetheart. Makes his partner feel valued ESPECIALLY as a woman because he's not a typical 19th century man who's all "women's place is in the home having babies and cooking and cleaning". He WILL LISTEN TO YOU and also put great faith in your opinion/cheeky and very flirtatious/can get flustered if partner matches his energy though lol/ something tells me this man LOVES and is WHIPPED for domesticity he's had a crazy, dangerous life with too many near death experiences to count at only 21 years old and while he would still be the chaotic cinnamon roll you fell in love with the Rooks and fight club and all he would love to come home to peace and calmness. If you cook/bake for him he will literally turn into a bottomless pit he LOVES IT though it will sometimes start sibling squabbles between him and his older sister because she loves your cooking too haha. Also teaches self-defense but will get flirty with you real quick so it's probably best to learn from Evie lol. VERY genuine and he means every loving word he says and every touch he gives. Protective of you and will throw hands if someone disrespects you. He also loves to make you laugh and tell.me.WHY I am so dang sure that he LOVES it when you play with his hair especially if you scratch your fingers lightly against his jaw and the scratchy whiskers he has there.

Desmond Miles - The Lonely One. Proud as well/total gentleman with sexy swagger lol/loves to take you out on his motorcycle/loves it when you come visit him at work because he'll be doing his job and look over to see you which makes him instantly happy/TOTALLY shows off his bartending skills and winks at you while doing it being a total flirt/ love language without a doubt is quality time and physical touch. Man is VERY affectionate imo because he's touched starved and most likely lonely (even with the Animus he still wants you because you comfort him). If you defend him from Shaun when he's being annoying or pushing him too much or clap back at the male half of his DNA, he will literally love you forever. Man is FERAL for a significant other that will defend him and care for him the way he wasn't all those years alone.

Altair Ibn La'Ahad - The Reserved Soldier...who's Smitten. Doesn't do PDA most that might happen is an arm offered for an escort or a hand on the waist to push you behind him/will kiss you on the cheek before he goes off on missions the same way he does the rest of the members of the Brotherhood (even if you're not part of it) while saying to you in Arabic "Safety and Peace my darling". Shows affection by smirking at you when you're flustered and acting as your intimidating AF bodyguard/in private tho...he's very amorous and loves having physical contact with his partner. Totally the type to lie there and rest with them or lazily kiss and hug. Not averse to showing that he loves you in public or declaring his love because he does love you very much, he just wants to protect your honor and avoid anyone (read: MALIK) heckling/harassing the both of you about being lovers. You are for his eyes and his eyes only whether it be hand holding, kissing, or various other things that he often thinks about...

Arno Victor Dorian - The Hopeless Romantic. Very affectionate also from being lonely and touch starved/not afraid to show his love for you in public. He DEFINITELY writes you love letters that are just - SIGH. He has a way with words and just pours everything into the letters he writes you, what he loves about you and why, how much you mean to him, how he would do anything for you. He's a hopeless romantic and when he falls in love he falls HARD and gives the one he loves everything (cue traumatic flashbacks of a certain ex-now deceased red haired lover of his). I think he would be SO in love with someone who noticed the little things about him and took care of those things. If he's sleep deprived? You let him sleep in and fix him breakfast in bed. If he's lonely while working? You sit with him wherever he is and read/ write/look out the window and watch Paris silently comforting him with just your presence. If he forgets to eat? You fixing him something delicious to eat and bringing it to him giving him a kiss and words of encouragement. Bringing him tea/water/coffee/hot chocolate while he's working. Would definitely spoil you with treats from the Cafe and if you work there, he'll drop by every so often to give you a sweet quick kiss. I think he would also show affection by helping you get ready in the morning and take this the way you wish...but he's really good with corset laces, buttons, and layers upon layers of fabric. He's thoughtful and sweet taking time to think about you (even though he barely thinks about himself). Will legit protect you with his life he refuses to lose you and will do anything to keep you safe. He loves to have slow relaxing days with you to have a moment away from his normally stressful life. You pulling him away from his work for distraction or holding him when the Council annoys him is always welcome. You will definitely know that he loves you with everything that he has.

[demigoddessqueens]

Hiii, how are you? If your requests are open, could i please get one with connor kenway and a latina reader? Maybe about them sharing their culture with each other, like her teaching him Portuguese or Spanish while he teaches her parts of his traditions? Please ignore if your asks aren't open.

Have a nice day/night!

(Ps:could i maybe be the 👩🏻‍🌾 anon?)

Awww this adorable 🥰 🥹 Connor is such a sweetheart he’d be eager to learn everything!!

And of course you can be the 👩🏻‍🌾 anon!! 😁

Masterlist 10

You two are so different from each other but complement each other at the same time

While you can be a bit more easy-going and talkative to others, he’s moreso by your side just admiring how friendly you are

LOVES when you cook for him!! The spices, flavor, memories behind your dishes are all valuable to the young man

Sometimes Asks Miriam and Norris for advice if they can help him

Learning languages with each other becomes a love language in of itself

If you like to dance, he’ll entertain that side of you as well. Mostly just as an excuse to hold you close in his arms

Calling each other affectionate nicknames in each other’s respective languages

If you have an accent, Connor just feels weak in the knees whenever you’re talking, especially when you say certain words

[storm-breaker7]

🌟 The Guide 🌟

If you do want to request then your in the right place. This is just some yeahs and nahs about what I'm willing to write.

Also, All my works can be found here (finished and in-progress work). Or you can use a tag I made to find them (#Storm7breaker posts OR #FishyMasterlists)!

* = I will only write this if someone requests it

Characters (I can/will write)

🌌Star Wars🌌

Jedi/Sith

-Qui-Gon Jinn

-Obi-wan Kenobi

-Anakin Skywalker *

-Kanan Jarrus

-Luke Skywalker

-Darth Maul

Clones

-Cody, Fox, Wolffe, Howzer, Colt, Mayday

-Rex, Fives, Jesse, Hardcase, Kix, Tup

-Echo (Pre and post citadel)

-Hunter, Crosshair, Wrecker, Tech, Omega

(Not smut, spice or anything remotely close for omega.)

Other

-Han Solo

-Din Djarin

-Alexsandr Kallus

-Thrawn *

💥Transformers💥

G1 ⛰️

-Optimus, Ironhide, Ratchet, Jazz, Wheeljack, Hound, Bumblebee, Sunstreaker, Sideswipe, Bluestreak, Mirage, Prowl, Grimlock, Skyfire

-Soundwave

Prime🏜️

-Optimus Prime (& Orion Pax), Ratchet, Bumblebee, Cliffjumper, Arcee, Ultra Magnus, Wheeljack

-Soundwave, Knockout, Breakdown, Dreadwing, Predaking

Bayverse🌎 *

-Optimus Prime, Jazz, Ratchet, Ironhide, Bumblebee, Sideswipe

Cyberverse🛡️

-Bumblebee, Hot rod, Cheetor, Grimlock, Wheeljack, Perceptor, Chromia, Arcee, Kup

-Soundwave, Shockwave, Dead end

MTMTE/LL (IDW) 🪐

-Rodimus, Ultra Magnus, Megatron, Ratchet, First Aid, Swerve, Skids, Tailgate, Chromedome, Rewind, Brainstorm, Perceptor, Fortress Maximus

-Soundwave, Cyclonus, Crankcase, Krok, Misfire, Spinister

Beast Wars 🏞️

-Optimus Primal, Rhinox, Cheetor, Dinobot, Rattrap, Tigatron, Airazor

(No smut for Rhinox or Rattrap)

Rise of the Beasts 🏕️

-Optimus Prime, Arcee, Bumblebee, Mirage

-Optimus Primal, Airazor, Cheetor, Rhinox

War for Cybertron 🌀

-Optimus Prime, Bumblebee, Ironhide, Prowl, Mirage, Sideswipe, Red Alert, Wheeljack, Jetfire

-Optimus Primal, Rhinox, Cheetor, Dinobot, Rattrap, Tigatron, Airazor

-Ratchet

-Soundwave

(Again no smut for Rhinox or Rattrap)

(I put them all in list format of; Autobot / Maximal, Factionless then Decepticon / Predicons) Btw if any soundwave is mentioned, his minibots count aswell 🧍

👔Criminal Minds👔

-Aaron Hotchner

-Derek Morgan

-Spencer Reid

🌋Pacific Rim🌋

-Chuck Hansen

-Raleigh Beckett

🌄Red Dead Redemption 2 🌄

-Arthur Morgan

-John Marston

-Charles Smith

-Javier Escuella

-Sean Mcguire

-Kieran Duffy

-Hosea Matthews

-Josiah Trelawny

(Strictly no smut for Kieran or Hosea.)

*🐀🐢TMNT🐢🐀*

Rise 2018-2022

-Leonardo, Raphael, Donatello, Mikealangelo

-April O'Neil, Casey Jones

Rise 2012-2017

-Leonardo, Raphael, Donatello, Mikealangelo

📜🔦 Supernatural 🔦📜

-Dean Winchester

-Sam Winchester

-Castial (what's his last name...)

🥪🕊️ Team Fortress 2 🕊️🥪

-Scout

-Soldier

-Pyro

-Demoman

-Heavy

-Engineer

-Medic

-Sniper

-Spy

(No smut or spice for pyro)

🗡️ Kingsman 🗡️

-Gary 'Eggsy' Unwin

-Harry Hart

-Merlin

-Whiskey

-Tequila

(Strictly no smut for Merlin or Harry. Yea Sorry not sorry)

🪶 Assassin's Creed 🪶

-Ezio Auditore da Firenze

-Conner/Ratonhnhaké:ton

-Haytham Kenway

-Edward James Kenway

-Shay Patrick Cormac

-Arno Victor Dorian

-Jacob Frye

-Evie Frye

(No smut for Evie)

😵‍💫 Marvel 😵‍💫

Spider people 🕸️

-Miles Morales (1610 & 42)

-Hobie Brown

-Webslinger

-Spiderman Noir

-Miguel O'Hara *

(I'll only write smut for e42 & e1610 miles if they are aged up (And Hobie if we assume he's 19. Google his age))

The Avengers 🦾 *

-Steve Rogers/Captain America

-Bucky Barnes/The Winter Soldier

-Tony Stark/Iron man

-Thor

-Clint Barton/Hawkeye

-Sam Wilson/The Falcon

Others 🌃 *

-Matt Murdock/The Daredevil

💙 Detroit: Become Human 💙

-Hank Anderson

-Connor (RK800)

-Markus (RK200)

-Luther (TR400)

🍷 Stardew Valley 🍷

-Sam

-Sebastian

-Elliott

-Shane

-Harvey

-Magnus (The Wizard)

(I can do anyone else in vanilla sdv but no smut for them)

📦🧩 Miscellaneous 👾📦

-Owen Grandy (From Juarrsic Park)

-John wick (From John Wick)

-Neo/Thomas Anderson (From The Matrix)

-Marty Mcfly (From Back to the Future)

-Ratchet (From Ratchet & Clank)

-Crash (From Crash Bandicoot)

-Graham Calloway/Gray aka Crackle (From Carmen Sandiego)

-Maximus Decimus Meridius (From Gladiator)

-Joel Miller (From The Last Of Us)

-Martin Riggs (From Lethal Weapon)

-Deacon st John (From Days Gone)

Do's & Don'ts

✅Do's ✅

-Sfw & Nsfw 💅

-Head canons, oneshots & twoshots I can do. I can do a series but I'd need time for that.

-Can do OCs (but I need a good description or I might have to make some shit up. OR if your really good to me, you'll link your OC if you've made a post ab them)

-I can do Gn, Male (tho I haven't done one yet), and Female Reader inserts

-Any Character from the universes above I can do plantonic fics if I know them

-I can do relativity Gorey stuff as long as it's for character development (Realistic situations (for said universe))... Nothing too graphic tho 🫣🥲

-I can do poly relationships it don't phase me.

❌Don'ts❌

-There is no way in hell I'm doing yandere. Nuh uh.

-Im not comfy with rape but I can mention it. Maybe touch on it but no scene. Hell nah.

-Im not doing pregnancy or pregnant inserts or OCs so say goodbye to that.

-No pale OCs or inserts. Ok no. I'll do any coloured insert but no inserts that are pale as a ghost. (Go touch some grass. This isn't twilight)

-Im sorry but no marriages or married insert X Character. Just no. (the exception being sdv)

-Im not doing Canon X Canon. I'm just not your guy for those requests

-I suck at writing gay smut soooo.... (My bad, I just don't want to horrify people with; my writing + gay smut)

Requesting

⚠️Please follow these small tips, It will make my life easier⚠️

When requesting;

-I would like if you please be specific. I don't care if you write a whole paragraph, If I dunno what your going on about then I will probably decide what to do myself.

-If your not requesting and your just asking something, please mention that.

-Please be clear with what your asking. I'm not being mean just please make sure I can read it so I get your request right.

-You can keep your request open ended so I have most the reign, I don't mind as long as your good with what comes from it :)

I may add stuff later on if I come across something. Ty my lil goofy silly baba grills 🫶😘🧍💅

[rumor-imbris]

Sharpen your blades on my bones Leave marks on my wrists and bites on my neck Clench your fists in my hair then weave it as your war banner Scar my skin with your scent and brand my heart with your flaming spirit's prints until my soul stews in passion I am your sanctuary your peaceful oasis Whatever battle awaits you Rest in me, before and after

[concernedacfan]

Boy I love making that truth tea, is this how one does the ac memes @assassinsmemes ?

[freshstartfromscratch]

The Great British Bake-Off AU!

Yes, this is happening. So a little while ago, I got inspired by this shitpost:

The OG question was sent to @kiatheinsomniac and then bounced to @asscrackcreed from whom I shamelessly have stolen this idea. So shoutout to them I guess.

It was the sign that I needed to write headcanons for the Great British Bake-Off AU. Ngl, I do have a soft spot for this show. It kept me sane when I had to spend a month bedridden during my illness.

Anyway, On your marks? Get, set, bake!:

Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad

Originally from Syria, he moved to the UK with his parents as a child. Altaïr learned to bake in the home economics class and took a liking to it. He lives in Leicester with his wife Maria and two sons, Darim and Sef. When he's not baking, he's a book illustrator and stay-at-home dad.

While baking, he likes to use earth-flavored spices like nutmeg, vanilla, cinnamon, cardamom, sumac, and mace. He enjoys using orange and lemon zest in his baking too.

Altaïr's strongest side is the technical challenge, and his weakest side is pastry construction. He can make beautiful patterns to decorate his bakes but can't do creative structures. It'll always end up as sth like a square. 

He is one of the calmest bakers on the show. Everything is perfectly planned and tried out multiple times before the challenge. Altaïr doesn't go into a panic mood while under pressure, or at least he doesn't show it.

His signature recipe is cinnamon walnut cake.

Ezio Auditore

Ezio learned how to bake from his mom, and cooking together was their bonding activity when he still lived in Italy. He's a banker living in Edinburgh. When he's not baking he participates in all free-to-air cooking game shows. 

Unsurprisingly Ezio is a master in the cream department (nothing sexual about this sentence.) He likes using cream, mascarpone, meringue, and egg whites. White, fluffy, and puffy!

Ezio likes deep and slightly bitter additions to his cakes, like coffee or chocolate. He always balances them out with the perfect amount of sugar. It's not too sweet, but you can still taste the deep flavors.

His signature bake is ricotta cheesecake with coffee. He does have more Italian classics in his repertoire, like Torta della Nonna and Torta Paradiso.

He's a very emotional contestant who would cry if something goes wrong (because it's NOT just a cake!) He's very harsh on himself and tends to exaggerate his mistakes. His baking has to be perfect. Otherwise, he'll be dissatisfied with it. He's loud and a show-off in front of the cameras, so the public loves him, and the producers love him.

Connor Kenway

Connor, though born in the USA, currently lives in London. He works as a home health nurse in Camden (I picked Camden because it's where the Kennway Mansion is ) for a man named Achilles. He bakes to relax after work, and his numerous friends are big fans of his goods.

Due to his job, Connor is good at all the physics and chemistry related to baking. He knows how to structure his bakes and what temperature of the chocolate is the best for the best glossy effect. Things like this.

He's the super competitive baker. He's in the show to win and won't accept anything less than the finale three. His determination is sometimes scary as if he wanted to murder someone who killed his family.

Connor's signature bake is something typically American with a twist. It is a recipe connected to his roots, but a look into the future too. I'd say it's pistachio, pecans, and pumpkin NY-Style cheesecake.

Connor likes to mix tradition with modern ideas but still keeps them quite conservative. There's a fine line between a modern twist and a  baking blasphemy to him, and he tries to balance it out. 

Edward Kenway

He is a single dad of two, living and working in Swansea as a shipwright. He's an ex-sailor who used to work in the British West Indies. Edward started to bake eight years ago as a pastime with his now teenage daughter Jeniffer after her mother died. When he's not baking he likes to sail with his children and friends. 

His specialty is in the West Indies bakes. Brown sugar and rum are his favorite ingredients, and his signature bake is a burnt sugar essence sponge cake. He likes to use juicy fruits like pineapple or mango in his cakes too.

Edward is the contestant who should add one tablespoon of rum according to the recipe but pours half of the bottle instead.

He's the chaotic baker. His section in the cooking tent always looks like something exploded there.

He's the "I don't want to be the first baker to leave the tent" kind of contestant. He didn't sign up because he believes he's the best, but:  "If I'm not the last, that's a victory to me" kind of guy.

Arno Dorian

Arno is from Paris but works and lives in London's most posh Royal Borough - Kensington and Chelsea. He's an actor and a ballet dancer. Arno is an artist and a perfectionist. He likes to express himself, and baking is yet another way to do it.

Arno is an expert on anything related to fruits. Jam, marmalade, or addition of fruits to cream or decoration. He likes to use flowers too.

His strong side is the visual aspect of his bakes. He can make the most creative, baked constructions, but they often lack stability. He can make a flying plane cake that looks real, but it'll fall apart way too soon.

Lavender and blueberry meringue cake is the staple recipe of this baker. However, his mother's recipe apfelstrudel is to die for, and it saved him from elimination.

He is a bit dramatic and a natural performer, but he's not as dramatic as Ezio. He still is dramatic.

Jacob Frye

He is the youngest baker in the tent. Jacob learned how to bake from his grandma in Crawley. Jacob lives in Whitechapel with his partner and a newborn son Emmett (Canon Jacob had to be a young parent if Lydia was born in 1893 when Jacob was 46. Emmett's name comes from the list of known British Assassins used by the Templar Isabelle Ardant and a fanbase theory that he's Jacob's son.) He works with at-risk youth in a Youth Centre as a Mentor/caretaker and is a football (soccer) coach of their team, "The Rooks."

He's the one who adds controversial ingredients like beetroots to his sponges to make them moister. He can come across as pretentious, but he's just an unconventional baker. 

Jacob is the kind of contestant who everyone thinks is going to be eliminated, but he manages to get by and wins the "star of the episode" title in the next episode. You never can tell how he's going to perform in the show.

His signature bake would be something random that nobody expects, like Medovnik cake.

He's the "started baking, had a breakdown, bon appétit!" kind of contestant.

[ragingbookdragon]

One More Sleep

A Connor Kenway x Reader One-Shot

Word Count: 1K Warnings: None

Author’s Note: Day 23 of The Christmas Fics! Based on Leona Lewis’s “One More Sleep”! TBH I didn’t realize it was the day before Christmas Eve! Time flies by when you’re having fun lol! Enjoy! -Thorne

           Her eyes drifted to the front door, watching as he pulled the heavy pack onto his shoulders before checking his gear once more. With an aching heart, she resigned herself to the fact that he had to leave, knowing that the Patriots needed Connor. Perhaps more than she did at the moment—even then, it was hard to let him go. At some point he looked up at her and frowned, knowing that by the look of devastation on her face, that she didn’t want him to go. And if he was being honest, he didn’t want to leave either.

           Connor closed the door and walked over to her, gently cupping her face in his big hands. “Otsi’tsa,” he breathed. “I will be back before you know it.” His thumbs gently caressed her cheeks, and she couldn’t help but lean into his hands.

           “I know Ratonhnhaké:ton,” she said, feeling him wipe at the teats growing in her vision. “But it’s so close to Christmas.” Her eyes met his and she murmured, “I wish you didn’t have to go so soon.”

           Connor smiled and leaned over, pressing his lips to her forehead. “I will be home by Christmas.”

           “Do you promise?” she whispered, throat beginning to close up on her, the words barely audible, but he nodded.

           “I promise that I will come home to you on Christmas.”

Now I don’t think I can remember, a cold and lonelier December. And I find myself staring at the window, wondering when you’re gonna get back home.

So I try and I try. But there is nothing I can do to pass this time.

           She rested against the window, staring out at the snow falling all along the Homestead as far as she could see. Connor had left but a week ago and already she was so lonely, wishing that he was back home. Of course, (Y/N) knew that what he was doing was important, not only to the Patriots, but to the Brotherhood as well. Be that as it may, it wasn’t unreasonable for someone to wish their lover was home, especially the week before Christmas.

           A letter had arrived that day from him, telling her that he would be home within the next few days and that he’d met his father and started working with him—that one was a certainly a surprise.

           A sharp prick to her finger caught (Y/N)’s attention and she hissed, looking down at the cross-stitching in her hands. Anticipation welled inside her and she set the pattern aside, resisting the urge to go put on her gear and go find Connor. She would simply have to wait.

Until we’re rocking around the Christmas tree. Until I got you sitting next to me. We got a lot of catching up to do. I just can’t take this missing you.

           She was fairly sure that Achilles was ready to throw her out into the cold from how much she had paced the floor from the kitchen to the front door. He’d long since given up trying to persuade her to take a break, instead coming around to tell her that if she wore grooves into his floor, she would fix it herself. She couldn’t help it, the excitement of having Connor back for the holidays just kept coming back to her—as did the loneliness.

           The last letter he’d sent though—he told her five days, and that was what she held tight to.

Five more nights of sleeping on my own. Four more days until you’re coming home. Three more wishes I can barely breathe. If I can make it to Christmas Eve, Then it’s one more sleep.

           The sun had risen high into the sky, but she didn’t move from her spot at the front door except to check on the cooking food in the kitchen. The old man had given her a heavy coat and blanket to wear but left her with harsh words of how foolish she looked standing out in the middle of snowfall, all bundled up. While she’d laughed it off, she did feel the chill seeping into her bones with every passing second. Five days had gone by, and while Connor hadn’t shown up early, she expected him to come home today. She briefly wondered what he would want to eat and cracked open the door.

           “Achilles?” she called. “Do you know if Ratonhnhaké:ton wanted anything specific to eat today?”

           “(Y/N), it’s hard to know what the boy likes at all, let alone what he eats.” He replied, and she knew he was in the study.

           “Well, considering the fact that he eats everything, I guess he’ll be okay.” She said.

           “Either come inside or shut the door,” he commanded. “Got that cold air blowing all the way in here.”

           (Y/N) winced and started shutting the door. “Sorry, Achilles.”

           Her gaze drifted to the pathway up the house and she squinted, making out a figure coming her way. Hope bubbled in her chest and she reached up, shielding her eyes from the snow. They looked up at her and reached for their hood, pulling it down, and as soon as she caught sight of the familiar copper skin and dark hair, (Y/N) shoved off the blanket, picking up her skirt to sprint his way.

           “Ratonhnhaké:ton!” she shouted, leaping into his arms.

           His deep laughter sounded in her ear as he spun her in the snow, arms tightening around her waist. “(Y/N).”

           Connor smelled like fresh pine and warm spice, causing her to smile as she pulled away to look at him, hands pressed firmly onto his shoulders. “You’re home.”

           He nodded, staring into her eyes. “As I told you I would.”

           (Y/N) felt like her face was going to crack from how happy she was. “I’m glad you are,” she said and leaned down. “Merry Christmas, Ratonhnhaké:ton.”

           His lips had barely brushed hers, but she could feel the smile on them as he replied warmly, “Merry Christmas, (Y/N).”

One More Sleep.

[harveywritings92]

Connor x Albino! Native! Reader

Readers Native name is: Otsi'tsa A Mohawk name meaning: Flower. The reader and  Ratonhnhaké:ton were childhood friends until she was captured by colonists at a young age because they thought she was a white child who was kidnapped by the Mohawk, And was renamed Y/n L/n by the orphanage the colonists had left her at, she eventually escaped the orphanage eventually finding her way to Davenport ending with her being adopted by Achilles.

Italics = Kanienʼkéha

Normal = English

"father I've done my work can I go out please?"  You ask hopping on your toes in anticipation as Ratonhnhaké:ton and Kanen'tó:kon both stood outside waiting for her as the other children ran passed them, after some consideration your father silently nodded. You smiled along with the two boys and ran off as your father yelled "Be sure to keep your hood on! and stay within sight of the village!"  

You nodded pulling the small hood over your head protecting you're pale skin from the sun as you white braid rest over you left shoulder as you and the other kids gathered around in a group trying to figure out what to play when they heard a twig snap you and all the children whipped your heads in the direction it came from and were terrified when group of white men appeared from the woods started walking towards the group.

You felt your heart sink into you're feet as one of the men pointed at you. "See, I told ya them savages kidnapped a little one!" he said gruffly as the presumed leader took a step forward causing the other kids to scatter and hide. 

You were too scared to move or scream as one them went to grab you only for Ratonhnhaké:ton to suddenly jump in and hit the man's hand away with a large stick. "Get away from her!" he hissed standing in front of you protectively.

Despite how brave he was trying to act; You could tell he was scared he was shaking like a leaf! The men laughed gave the little boy a swift kick in the stomach knocking the air out of him and sent him off his feet, and the men got a hold of you! you screamed kicked and struggled as they dragged you away all while hearing Ratonhnhaké:ton and Kanen'tó:kon screaming. "Otsi'tsa! NO! give her back! help!!" over and over until the voices faded... 

3rd pov: That was six years ago...

Six years since those men took her from her home. Six years since they left her at this awful orphanage! Six years since they forced her to change her name...

Well, not anymore! Otsi'tsa or Y/n as She had been dubbed had been causing a lot of trouble for the nuns and any potential families interested in her...much to the other kids enjoyment.

the nuns chased her around the orphanage demanding she behave herself. "Make me donkey face!!" she'd yell in her people's language causing the old woman to turn beet red due to not understanding what she was saying, and she'd get the ruler foe speaking the devils tongue, it was during one such time something seem to snap in the other kids; they started running around and acting out with the white haired girl! 

Soon the entire orphanage was in a tizzy as the head nun tried in vain to get the children under control, Otsi'tsa used the commotion to quietly slip out of the orphanage before they noticed she was gone and hid in the first cart she saw turns out it was headed to the frontier...

The albino was awoken abruptly by the cart stopping she quick got out and jumped into some bushes as the driver came around grumbling and checking the back of his grumbling about the wheel coming loose and looking for tools only to find apple cor and a bite taken out of one of the cheese wheels!

...They barely fed them at the orphanage, So the little native couldn't help herself! luckily she was long gone as the owner frantically look around for who or what was responsible for eating his supplies.

Otsi'tsa wasn't sure how long she trekked through those lands for, But she thanked whatever forces out there, that she hadn't had any run ins wolves, bears or mountain lions! soon she found herself on a doorstep of a of a large mansion, dirty, cold,wet and hungry...

She knocked hoping someone was home and maybe she could get them to give her job in exchange for food? and then continue her way home...there was a cranky voice on the other side that snapped at her to go away...She blinked and knock again causing whoever was yelling to cuss.

the swung open and an angry old man was standing in front of her Otsi'tsa shrank back, as he got one look at her miserable state and his glare soften before sighing and let her inside, She introduced herself as Otsi'tsa,The old man bluntly told the white haired girl he can't pronounce that! So she said he can call her Y/n.

Soon the native girl had gotten to know her host (after he had given her a bath and clean clothes) and noticed how lonely the old man or Achilles as he introduced himself was; she noticed he looked sad whenever she asked where his family was, Since the clothes he'd given her were boys clothes so surely he couldn't be living in this manor by himself?

Eventually she got her answer; While pulling weeds around the property, her red eyes widened when she found his wife and son's tombstones after some coaxing he told her his life story.

And soon Y/n's overnight stay, turned into permanent residency and with that Achilles had started training her to be an Assassin, Three years into her training Y/n was stunned when a ghost from her past showed up on their doorstep.

She was in the kitchen making spiced apple bread when she heard a knock at the front door, surprising the albino native as they hardly had visitors except for Faulkner...But only when he was low on Alcohol, and she'd had already went on a keg run for him not even a day ago! She heard Achilles grumble get up from his chair and answer the door and talk to someone...

Curious Y/n wiped her hands on her apron and went to see who was there, just in time to see Achilles yell and slam the door in that person's face! Odd...And rude. "Who was that?" The red eyed girl asked blowing her bangs out of her face as the old assassin grimaced "No one to worry about!" he huffed scudding to the sitting room as the knocking came from the backdoor.

The native girl hummed bemused and went to see for herself, only for her mentor to bark "Leave it!" from the other room "Stubborn old man..." She mumbled in Kanienʼkéha then she saw someone move out of sight out the window and Achilles move upstairs soon the knocking started up there too! Whoever this person was, they do not give up! She heard the old man snap at the visitor to go away...

But they didn't, they came back the next day! and kept badgering the old man, Y/n could only sigh and shake her head at this whole scenario! when one stubborn hot-head meet another sparks are bound to fly! on the third night, the albino was awoken in the wee hours of the morning by voices coming from outside, they aren't the boy who had been badgering Achilles. No, these were different malicious...

The female assassin got up from her bed just in time to see said boy fighting off a group of crooks and immediately she went on high alert as she got her hidden blade started making her way downstairs, Achilles had the same idea, the albino silently snuck up behind one and stabbed him the back while Achilles took of the boss, And went to help the boy of the ground she grabbed his hand and...

"Otsi'tsa?"

"How do y...Ratonhnhaké:ton?"

The albino gawked at her old childhood friend trying to process how he could be here? next thing she knew Y/n was swept up in a tight bone crushing hug by Ratonhnhaké:ton! she was still in shock before it hit her that he was really here..and return the hug the two pulled away as they got a good look at each other. "I can't  believe it's really you.." Ratonhnhaké:ton he said with slight tremble in his voice as he held her cheeks in his hand, his childhood friend cracked a smile.

"Me neither..." she said back tucking some hair behind her ear and wanted to ask about her father and the tribe but was interrupted by Achilles clearing his throat "As heartwarming as this all is, would you two clean this mess up so we can get down to business?" the two teens separated and got to cleaning up the bodies, than joined Achilles in the manor. The old man  went on to explain the creed history and precursors to Ratonhnhaké:ton while the albino went to make something to eat and drink as the two talked as she had heard this all before.

"Until you’re ready, Y/n will act as you teacher while out on the field." Achilles announced confusing the native boy as far as he could tell Achilles and Otsi'tsa were the only ones living here? When his friend sheepishly announced that she was Y/n. "No you're Otsi'tsa." He said confused and the red eyed girl had to explain that the orphanage she was sent to gave her a new name, that... and Achilles doesn't speak their language so Y/n L/n sorta stuck.

"You can still call me by my real name." She assured as Ratonhnhaké:ton awkwardly tested her second name few times, before Achilles explain why she was in charge of him during training as Y/n had more experience then took them down to the basement to show them the wall. 

there Ratonhnhaké:ton was temporarily distracted by some assassin robes before Y/n "You have long road ahead before you're ready for those." she stated without even looking at him, the Mohawk boy blushed and started to stammer insisting that he meant no harm. 

the albino giggled as Achilles slammed his cane into the ground making the look at him, Needless to say Y/n was horrified ti find out what happened after she was kidnapped the village burned, Ziio and her father's death and most shocking of all Haytham Kenway the grand master of the colonial Templar order was the one responsible and Ratonhnhaké:ton's father.

Y/n didn't know how to process this went out for a run to get some air and think... she eventually found herself at Faulkner's shack the sailors could see something was bothering their Little Missy, but it was clear she didn't really want to talk about it, She always comes to the docks when she wants to think, she heard Faulkner come up behind her a sat down next to her "Now Girly what seems to be the ailment of the day?" he coax after a few seconds she unloaded everything meeting her childhood finding out his father killed her father and half their village, now she doesn't what to do or think! the old sea dog hummed took a sip from his flask.

 "That's quite the debacle...I don't have anything to say to that other than don't hold it against the boy, and good luck." He said gruffly and then offered her a swig from his flask the pale girl cocked a brow and took a sip before noticing Ratonhnhaké:ton coming up to them causing her to choke and start coughing as she handed the flask back to Faulkner who got up and left. "*cough* H-How..wh-what are you doing here?" she stammered the boy shyly rubbed the back of his head.

"I saw you leaving the basement you looked haunted.." he said sadly "I didn't mean for you to find out like that." he said taking Faulkner's spot next to her, grimacing when he smelled the alcohol on her person the albino shook her head. "Don't sorry, it was probably for the best I find out now then later." She knowing full well if Ratonhnhaké:ton had kept his parentage from her she would've been on guard and suspicious of him for the rest of their lives, the two sat on that dock for the rest of the morning exchanging stories and how much had changed since they'd last seen each other. 

Ratonhnhaké:ton was amazed how Otsi'tsa escaped from the orphanage by rebelling and starting a riot, it was shocking to say the least considering she was the most timid and cautious child in their tribe, mainly due to her condition and her father's over protectiveness, she wouldn’t even harm a rabbit unless she was positive she wouldn't get in trouble! The Albino wasn't even phased when Ratonhnhaké:ton was given orders by the spirits to seek out the Creed and help stop the Templars, she felt he was meant for something greater in life that something wasn't staying with their tribe.     

She informed him they had a lot of work ahead of them, and he had better be prepared because the Old man wasn't the one he had to worry about, "I'm one harsh teacher." She teased causing Ratonhnhaké:ton to playfully bump her shoulder. "Sure you are!" he hummed as they got up to raced back the manor. Needless to say Achilles was unimpressed that two of his students were late, dirty and smelled like a bar! Nor was he impressed by the "will they? won't they?" game they played with each other through the years, But that is a story for another day!            

~End~

[zaraquinn]

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< i’m a writer; an inconsistent writer sure, but a writer nonetheless. film graduate that specialized in screenwriting ! main blog is linked in blog bio. >

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Mad Sounds - Alex Turner [ • ]

buzzfeed/watcher/try guys

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assassin’s creed

Ezio Auditore x Assassin Reader Oneshots/Headcannons (AC: II, AC: Brotherhood) [ • ]

The Hardest Part - Connor Kenway x Assassin Reader (AC: III) [ • ]

Training Day - Kassandra x Reader (AC: Odyssey) [ • ]

I Promise - Alexios x Reader (AC: Odyssey) [ • ]

Small Help - Connor Kenway x Reader (Assassin’s Creed III) [ • ]

The Morning After Hangover - Haytham Kenway x Reader (Assassin’s Creed III) [ < • ]

By Your Side - Connor Kenway x Witch!Reader (Assassin’s Creed III) [ ~ • ]

Show Off - Ezio Auditore da Firenze x Reader (Assassin’s Creed II / Assassin’s Creed: Brotherhood) [ < • ]

it (2017)

Comfort - Stan Uris x Reader [ • ]

stranger things

Persistent Idiot - Steve Harrington [ ~ • ]

Memories - Steve Harrington [ • ]

The Less I Know, The Better - Billy Hargrove [ < • ]

Your Love Keeps Lifting Me Higher - Billy Hargrove [ < • ]

I Have Friends In Holy Spaces - Steve Harrington [ • ]

Unravel - Steve Harrington [ • ]

Bad Guy - Billy Hargrove [ <; ]

daydreaming. - henry creel/001/peter ballard [ • ]

do i look like a hero? - eddie munson [ ~ • ]

dear billy… - billy hargrove [ ~ • ]

never in a million years - eddie munson [ • ]

STRANGER THINGS: THE BREAKFAST CLUB - A SERIES (ONGOING W/ WATTPAD) [ < • ~ ]

Introduction [ • ]

Chapter One: Reality In Motion [ < • ~ ]

Chapter Two: This Is What Happens [ < • ~ ]

joker

Bleed Magic - Joker/Arthur Fleck [ <; ]

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Let’s Kill Tonight - Joker/Arthur Fleck [ • ]

Let’s Kill Tonight (Pt. II) Joker/Arthur Fleck [ • ~ ]

the lord of the rings

Ranger’s Love - Aragorn [ • ]

Love Underneath the Stars - Legolas [ • ]

Tease - Boromir [ • <; ]

So This is Love - Faramir [ • ]

Not That Bad - Aragorn [ • ]

pearl (2022)

love straight out of the pictures - the projectionist [ • ]

inception (2010)

i wish you love: the series - robert fischer [ < • ~ * ]

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[tayshipping]

{musianmagebride} Question 7 for the fall asks if you're still accepting?

Does your F/O enjoy fall flavored drinks, such as pumpkin spice?

answering for Ratonhnhaké:ton/Connor Kenway

He’s not that into them but he will drink a pumpkin spice latte from time to time.

[radiojamming]

i was tagged by the lovely @weekend-writer @sneaky-xenomorph and @azm0n :DDD yeeeee!

Name: DJ

Orientation: Pansexual (or, more accurately, one big question mark)

Zodiac sign: Gemini

Height: 5’2″

Language spoken: English, something that sounds vaguely like German

Nationality: Bald eagle

Favourite fruit: Honeycrisp apples hell ye

Favourite scent: Pumpkin spice

Favourite colour: Cerulean

Favourite animal: Foxes! (Honorable mention: ferrets, ring-tailed lemurs, lammergeiers)

Coffee, tea, or hot chocolate: Tea

Favourite fictional character: Connor motherfuckin Kenway thank u very much

Dream trip: Everywhere and anywhere (altho I did England, Scotland, and Wales last year and that’s up there with ‘trips I need to do again effective immediately’), but I also rly want to do a cross-country road trip

When your blog was created?: Like 2010-11 I think? I don’t remember.

Last movie you’ve seen: Hereditary 

Songs you’ve had on repeat: Never Dance Again by Sunset Neon/Blue Stahli

Favourite candy: Twix

Favourite holiday: Halloween

Favourite season: Fall

Average hours of sleep: It’s either three hours or eight and there’s no in between

Number of followers: Enough that I could form my own cult and we could do some serious damage

Random fact: I’m related to someone who was a character in the Crucible

Favourite song: UNFAIR I have TOO MANY

oh god i have no idea who to tag so uh, IF YOU SEE THIS MESSAGE YOU HAVE BEEN TAGGED AND MARKED AND BLESSED 

[m39]

History of the Creed - Part 6: Assassin’s Creed 4: Black Flag

So uhm… I’m supposed to shit out some pirate slang so…

AAAARRRRRGHHHHH!!!! ME BOOTY LADS!! WALK THE PLANK TO DAVY JONES!!! IMMA SHOVE ME CUTLASS UP YER GOB YA GROG FILLED… FUCking… err…

Music distorts and stops.

Yeah, I’m going to wash my mouth with soap.

ASSASSIN’S CREED 4: BLACK FLAG (The original PC in Europe: November 22nd, 2013)

Black Flag is the second main game of the Kenway Saga and the first game that doesn’t introduce Desmond as the main character in the modern plot. After the previous installment that was more polarizing (at least by that time), how does this one stand up? I mean, people have high opinions about this game, even calling it the best pirate game ever created. So let’s check it out.

STORY

It is the golden age of piracy. You play as Connor Kenway’s grandfather, Edward, a half-English, half-Welsh privateer-turned-pirate who wants to get rich in order to not waste his life in poverty with his wife. He wants to find the place called the Observatory, hoping that it will help with his money problem. And also get rid of folks who stand on his way, Templars or not.

The plot overall is good at least. It’s a typical story from jackass to good man but it works well due to the characters, but about it later. The funny thing about the story is that aside from the first and the last sixth of it being AC story, it’s mostly a pirate story. That doesn’t mean it’s bad, okay? I just wanted to point it out.

What’s bad though is the modern part of the plot. You are some researcher working for Abstergo who’s looking at Edward’s adventure while hacking your colleagues’ computers because some insane IT guy happened.

Look, I’m not gonna pretend that stuff with Desmond was some high art but at least we were focused on one character that we know before, not just some random nobody that might just well be a bunch of gases with a camera strapped unto it. At least it gets better when you end up in a basement. And the collectibles are interesting, not gonna lie.

CHARACTERS

Edward Kenway is a very good protagonist. He's clearly an ass, but still likable and entertaining to watch. And, his character development (spiced up with some Trauma Conga Line) is also good.

You know, I suddenly feel even worse for Connor. He got sandwiched between his Grandfather pirate and Ezio, two powerhouses of main characters. Poor bastard.

Honestly, I think almost every supporting character is amazing and I feel like we would be sitting for hours with me explaining.

The villains continue to be rather good and be closer to the grey area after the Ezio Saga. One of the best cases was with one of your pirate friends joining Templars after living a couple of years in a shithole known as Nassau.

The Sage is also a great addition to the cast. He’s basically a wildcard, constantly switching sides and manipulating others to help with his goal AKA the Observatory.

I would like to talk more about the plot here, but I feel like you should play this game yourself. Hence why I used some non-context spoilers.

GAMEPLAY

Now, I will try to focus more on changed stuff in this game. That ain’t mean I’ll mention other stuff.

So parkour and stealth mechanics are almost the same as in the previous game.

The combat has some changes but they aren’t really significant. For starters, Grenadiers are using bombs this time, scouts don’t vault you anymore (at least that’s what I experienced), and there are no armies of soldiers with muskets. dual-wielding is now (somewhat) more visible for the lack of better words.

Blowpipe from Liberation has been added, overpowered as always. Otherwise, I can’t really remember anything new in equipment asides from being able to carry 4 pistols at once.

Naval combat got even better. You can now aim vertically (which helps a lot). A heavy/heated shot is much more useful. The brigs are added as enemies, and they can charge at you. Schooners have fire barrels, Frigates have heavy shot, Men-o’-war also has that and mortars. You also have mortars. Also ALSO, you can upgrade Jackdaw much more than Aquila.

You can also board the ships asides from Legendary Ships and Gunboats., where you have to kill the fixed amount of soldiers depending on a type of ship, and from Frigates upwards completing another task like killing the ship’s captain or cutting down the ship’s flag. After successful boarding, you can choose between repairing Jackdaw by destroying the ship, letting it go to lower your wanted sea meter (the bigger it is, the more ships will be chasing after you), or joining it to your fleet (not gonna talk about it since it’s too mobile-like).

There is no tunnel system anymore. You can just press on the viewpoint to get teleported there. A change that will stay with the franchise to this day.

There is crafting for either upgrading your equipment or making new clothes.

People like to talk about the overuse of tailing/eavesdropping parts of a game. And I agree. I feel like there was at least one of these per Sequence ignoring the first one.

But still, it was fun playing it. You can complain how it’s all the same since AC3, but hey, look at me. It’s Assassin’s Creed. It’s always like this for 2-3 games without counting the first one.

ACTIVITIES

Edward is a pirate (but of course), so there is a shit ton of pirate stuff. Buried treasures with maps to find, letters in the bottles (written by the previous Sage), fighting some really powerful ships, conquering forts, etc. The only thing that feels annoying was with finding underwater chests on sunken ships, mainly due to the sharks.

If you feel pissed off by them, don’t worry, you can hunt them down with other sea animals (WHAT’S WRONG PETA!? ARE YOU MAD BECAUSE YOU CAN’T DO IT YOURSELF LIKE THAT IN REAL LIFE?!?! >:]).

And while finding collectibles in bigger locations is somewhat fun, it is a chore on the Uncharted Seas. Swim to one island, grab the thingy, move to another island that looks the same as the previous one, grab the thingy, and so on, and so on until you shit an egg out of boredom. And the islands are mostly spaced out between each other around a mile.

Being more positive, there are two end-tier clothes sets. The first one, the Templar Armor, increases the resistance against enemy damage and can be collected after killing four side Templars. The other, Mayan outfit, makes you basically bulletproof and can be collected after finding all of the Mayan Keystones.

There is supposedly another special outfit that makes you harder to detect after finishing off half of Assassin’s contracts, but I didn’t even notice it in my outfit list.

Speaking of contracts, the previously mentioned Assassin ones and the Naval ones area back, the latter ones being held by the mysterious man named Milo van der Graaff. By finishing all of these, you will get powerful weapons, swords, and pistols respectively.

There are also, like, challenges (again), which give you nothing other than cheats and useless Multiplayer crap.

I can’t really remember more unique stuff other than shanties that act like almanac pages from the previous game. If I didn’t mention something, it’s because it was already in AC3 or before, or I forgot about it.

There is still fun with activities. Unfortunately, after five games of the franchise, I’ve played (six if you add AC1 to the list) it gets tiring, not gonna. Especially since, and I’m not afraid to say it, I believe it is the first game in the Assassins’ Creed franchise that makes itself purposefully grindy.

GRIND

It all comes down to the Jackdaw itself. There is a shit-ton of stuff to upgrade as I mentioned. But you can’t just pay for it with money. You have to get resources. You can get those by stealing from the plantations or the previously mentioned ship boarding. You basically end up waiting for plantations to refill, or looking for ships with wood and/or metal (especially the latter one). It is especially bad at the beginning where your ship is weak.

Let me tell you something: The Naval combat might be fun, but after dozens of battles, boarding, and deciding what to do with the ship, you will get sick of it.

And you want to know why is there a grind in the first place? Well, simple. It’s because these French fucks want to shove PAY-TO-WIN UP YOUR THROAT!!! I’m dead serious, look at Steam Database! There is proof that Ubisoft put tImE sAvErS, so they could fuck the wallets for the brainlet Whales! You can’t buy it anymore on Steam (thank fuck), but the fact that it was sold from the get-go, clearly says that Ubisoft has its head far up its French ass!

…

Oh god… I need to find something to talk or else I’ll go insane.

GRAPHICS

Oh, okay. Yeah, that will do.

The graphics are good. In my opinion, they didn’t age that badly. People tend to have a rough opinion about it, but let me remind you that this game is cross-generational, 7.5 gen in this case. Of course, it won’t look that good as, like, exclusive 8th gen starters. The best-looking location was Havana in my opinion, giving me some Renaissance vibes.

SOUND

Sound effects are still high quality. The voice acting is very good. And the music by Brain Tyler is amazing (shanties too). I really would like to talk more about the tracks, but I’m slowly getting tired, and the worst is yet to come.

LACK OF STABILITY

Good lord, it’s like Davy Jones himself was testing this game to make the biggest mess of a game in the franchise. People who tend to make fun of Unity might forget about this one. Every type of bug can be found here: People going apeshit during animation, ragdolls going apeshit, ships coming from water, to name a few.

The last one pissed me particularly since it happen during the emotional credits scene, RUINING THE FUCKING MOOD OF IT FOR FUCKING, CUTLASSING, FLESH BOOTY STABBING, GROG SPILLING, FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFU-

technical difficulties

…

…

Welp…

At least it didn’t crash, to be fair.

giggling

SUMMARY

sigh

Look. Assassin’s Creed 4: Black Flag is not a perfect game. Buggy in many places, grindy in some places to sell pay-to-win filth for whales, too much tailing, uncharted waters are boring, as an Assassin’s Creed game is fine, the modern part feels worthless…

And yet, it is the best pirate game that was ever created. Really. Many other games tried, but no matter how good they were, they didn’t reach that distinctive pirate smell that this game produces for the lack of better words. It’s still one of the best games in the franchise, the best one on AnvilNext engine, and just overall the best.

Thankfully, the review is finally finished, even though I took way too long break from it when I reached around half of this game.

To end this review here is one of the reviews of Black Flag that is way better than this one:

Thank you all for reading, and see you all next time.

Now, loose up some sails lads! We’re going home!

[ladye11e]

Deception pt 5

The conflict between the Assassins and the Templars is getting out of hand. Lies, deceit and subterfuge, now you must pick a side...

I'm gonna be busy with work for a bit (stupid exams 😭) so I thought I'd post a little earlier than normal 😁 This chapters a bit maturer than the others 😶

Tagging @geekgoddess813💕💕 and @sweet-flash 😍 if anyone else would like tagging, please ask 😊

Link to the full fic is Here.

"Son of a....!"

Grabbing a tissue when you managed to poke yourself in your eye with the mascara wand, you gently blotted away the black smudge, careful not to ruin any of the other makeup that you had just spent the last half hour doing. Clenching your fist to try and stop your hand from trembling, you chucked the mascara down on your dresser with a sigh when it did little good. You hadn't been this anxious about going out on a mission since your first time in the field all those years ago, the ticking of the clock on the wall as it edged closer to the time Shay was picking you up making it more nerve wracking with each passing second.

Studying yourself in the mirror and determining that you didn't look like a clown, you grabbed your shoes and slipped them on, wobbling a little as it had been some time since you had worn heels this high. You dropped to the floor and rummaged about under your bed to pull out a small weapons chest, scowling when the several yards of body tape you had used to keep your dress in place started to peel from your skin. 

 "Whyyyyyy did I choose one with a low back?!" You wailed to yourself miserably as you pressed the dress firmly onto the side of your breast again, praying that it actually held for the evening so the entirety of the Brotherhood didn't see your nipples.

Picking the smallest and thinnest blade you owned out of the box and kicking it back under the bed, you tucked it into the concealed pocket in the front of the bodice, the ruffled and beaded fabric hiding it's outline perfectly. Peering past your curtains when you heard a car horn outside, you took a deep breath and picked up your clutch and mask off your dresser when you saw a black town car waiting for you downstairs, hoping that you weren't about to make the biggest mistake of your life.

Ignoring the stares from the chauffeur as he held open the rear door for you, you held onto your dress tightly as you slid yourself in onto the smooth leather seat, Shay's instant gawking making you giggle slightly.

"Shit lass, you do scrub up well. Don't think ya can say anything about me not wearing much anymore."

"Um, thank you? You look nice too." You uttered as you pulled the dress over your leg when it had parted due to the high slit and the movement of the car, stealing little peeks at him out of the corner of your eye.

Your heart began to pound as your gaze roamed over him and drank in every little detail, wondering how on earth you were going to be able to concentrate on anything now. He was wearing a tuxedo but he had foregone the traditional bow tie and left the top two buttons of his shirt undone, a dark red brocade waistcoat and he had left his hair down; only just resisting the temptation to raise your hand to run your fingers through it. The mask he had chosen suited him perfectly, completely covering the top half of his face with little horns on the edge, reminding you of a devil. If you didn't know who he already was, you would never had been able to guess.

You yelped when the car took a hard left turn and you slipped across the seat so you were now pressing up firmly against Shay; glancing up quickly to see the driver sniggering in the rear view mirror.

Cheeky bastard. You thought as the warmth from the man next to you seemed to swarm straight to your core, not helped in the slightest when he rested his hand on your knee. Clearing your throat gently, you leaned over to pick up your mask that had fell to the floor thanks to the drivers shenanigans, and shifted around to turn your back to Shay as you held it up to your face, figuring the momentary distraction would give you the chance to calm down slightly.

"Would you mind?"

You had never been so wrong in your life.

Your skin immediately goosebumped when his fingers grazed your neck to pick up the ribbon that would secure your mask, your breathing becoming shallower, faster when he tied it carefully as not to catch your hair and leaned in closer to whisper in your ear, his knuckles skimming down your bare back.

"Is that alright?"

You hoped the lace of the mask covered enough of your cheeks to hide the flush creeping up them as you softly nodded and turned back around so you could sit properly, catching his gaze and unable to look away when you saw his eyes had darkened to almost black.

"You okay love? Don't seem yourself tonight."

It took you longer to reply than usual thanks to your highly aroused state, making Shay look a little anxious when he thought that he had overstepped his bounds as you quickly looked away and stared at the purse in your lap.

"I'm fine, just a bit of nerves. Because of the mission." You blurted out, not able to come up with any other excuse. "Plus it's a bit warm in here, glad I didn't bring a coat."

Shay chuckled at your attempted excuse of why you were so distracted tonight, smirking to himself when he caught you staring at his rear as he leaned forward to pick up a decanter and two glasses from a drinks compartment near the door.

"Is that right? Well, how about a little something to steady those nerves ay?"

Damn it. He knows what he's done to you. Hoping to pull yourself out of the clouds, you flashed him a smile as he handed you one of the glasses with a rather hefty slosh of whiskey in it, staring at the amber liquid for a moment before drinking it in one gulp and coughing slightly when spices burnt your throat.

"Thanks, I needed that." You wheezed as you handed him back the glass, looking out the window to see a familiar car park.

"Shay, we're here. You ready?"

Watching him wink at you and knock back his own drink before getting out the car with an air of confidence when it pulled up outside the manor, you were pleasantly surprised when it was him that opened the door for you and not the driver. Taking his arm as he extended it to help you out, you took a deep breath and put your game face on as you were escorted up the steps and into the party.

Making it through security without a hitch; the gadgets Shay had concealed in his jacket just as undetectable as before, your eyes widened as you walked through the dimly lit hallway towards the back of the house. It had been cordened off to all apart from Connor and the workmen, making it a surprise for everyone attending and you were almost speechless as you passed through the thin strips of voile and into the new grand hall. It was something out of a mystical fantasy, almost all completely candle lit, drapes of purples, reds, and golds cordening off secluded booth's and areas, and a large dance floor in the middle of the room. A grand chandelier hung above it, reflecting the light and making it look like stars were floating in the air, and the band were playing something soft in the background while the guests were arriving.

"Wow, never been to a party this fancy before lass, did you know it was gonna be like this?"

Shaking your head as you looked about the nearly hundred odd guests that were already here, even though everyone was wearing masks you instantly spotted several people you knew. Ezio was not so subtly glancing at himself at one of the large ornate mirrors, smoothing down his ruffled dress shirt even though it wasn't creased. The corner of your mouth twitched as you spied the Greenes, Evie looking way out of her comfort zone in an emerald chiffon ballgown and looking like she would do anything to rip it off right here and now.

"Nothing we can do at the moment, so how about we enjoy ourselves for a bit? You go an say hi, I'll go to the bar for us."

Shuddering when you felt Shay's hand caress the small of your back for a moment before heading over to the obscenely large drinks station on the left, you wondered how long you were going to be able to keep this up before you went out of your mind with lust as you made your way through the room towards your friends.

"Henry! I've not seen you in ages, how have you been? You look nice Evie."

Biting your lip so you wouldn't laugh when she scowled at your compliment, you gave Henry an apologetic look when he sighed and shook his head at his wife's growing temper.

"You know I despise wearing these infernal things (name), hence my bad mood. The second the photographs are done I'm getting changed."

Just as you were about to ask what photo's, you yelped when you felt a meaty hand slap your arse, spinning around when you immediately knew who would be so bold.

"Hi Eddie."

"Jeysus (name)! Daaaamn you look good! That dress would be much better on my floor though."

Edward Kenway was in charge of all of the assassins seafaring missions and amarda of ships, fancying himself as a bit of a pirate and ladies man. The party had obviously started several hours before for him, judging by his slightly dishevelled state and the nearly empty bottle of Jack in his hand, but him being here also meant... Crap. Right on queue his best friend and your ex polled up behind him, slinging his arm over his shoulder with couple of bottles of beer in his other hand, not quite as drunk as Edward, but still tipsy.

"Hi Jacob, made an effort I see. I thought you couldn't come because of what was going on in London?" You breathed when you saw he was in his usual attire of hat, waistcoat and shirt, but at least had the good grace to take his coat off.

"Eddie came and got me, no chance I'd pass up an open bar! Going back tomorrow, missed me?"

Even though your break up wasn't amicable, you still carried a torch for the man, and you knew he did for you. His offer to take you to London, away from all of this and get a fresh start had been hugely tempting, but like a fool you had said no, in way too deep to be able to sever the ties from the Templars. They would have found you, exposing what you had done, branding you a traitor and being hunted down by both sides. Not a life that you wanted, and you definitely didn't want to put Jacob in more danger than he was already in so it was better this way. Noticing Evie and Henry were glaring at you; them having took the brunt of Jacob's more than normal reckless behaviour and attitude after you had split, you forced a laugh and gave him a playful punch in the arm, then ruffled Edward's hair as you gave him a peck on the cheek.

"Course I missed you both, you're the life of the party!"

"Damn right we are! Who might this be then?" Edward said, his words becoming more slurred with each pass of the bottle over his lips.

You were surprised when you saw an arm come from behind you and hand you a glass of some kind of fruity punch, thinking that Shay was going to avoid as much interaction as he could with other people while he was here, but one glance up at him you knew he was confident enough that none of them knew who he was. The entire group bar yourself immediately tensed up at having a complete stranger in their midst, an expected natural reaction which is why you had come up with an alias during your planning.

"This is Sergai, we met in Russia. Sergai this is Henry and his wife Evie, Edward, and.. Jacob."

Watching Jacob flex his fist out of the corner of your eye when Shay wove his arm around your waist, you slyly elbowed him in the ribs to get him to remove it for two reasons. One, you had already drawn enough attention to yourselves without having a punch up in the middle of the hall, and secondly Henry was the only one to extend his hand to Shay, still eyeing him up suspiciously.

"Welcome friend, I hear Russia is nice this time of year. Kak vy poznakomilis' (name)?"

Wait, what?! Henry speaks Russian?? Now this you had not prepared for, and you began to internally panic as you thought your cover was blown when Shay shook Henry's hand and just stared at him blankly. Your jaw dropped slightly with what happened next, the entire evening becoming full of revelations.

"Bezopasnost' v novom byuro. Think we better stick to English, doesn't look like anyone else here can speak the language?" Shay chuckled when he saw that Henry was satisfied that he was who he claimed to be, now eyeing up his hidden blade that was peeking out from under his shirt.

"Indeed. An admirer of the classics I see. I too prefer the older versions of weapons, you should visit my Curio shop, if you ever venture to London."

"Aye I shall. I'm afraid I must steal (name) away for a moment, there's something we need to talk about. Good to meet you all."

You were still slightly dumbfounded as Shay returned his arm to around your waist and led you away from the group, who were now slightly more at ease apart from Jacob who was still gritting his teeth and glaring as you went to sit down in one of the secluded booths.

"Well you're just full of surprises! Where did you learn Russian? I spent half a year there and only just managed to pick up 'where's the bathroom'."

"I used to travel a lot, helps no end if ya can speak the same language. Looks like I need to avoid a certain someone for the next few hours?" He whispered against you with a rather amused smirk on his face.

Glancing back to the other side of the room when he gestured over before draping his arm over your shoulders, you frowned when you saw a rather surly Jacob staring over at you, and an annoyed Evie yelling at him to calm down.

"Yeah.... Sorry about that. I don't know why he's being this way, he was the one who dumped me and that was years ago. This isn't helping you know."

Jigging your shoulders and looking at him pointedly only made him pull you closer to him, followed by a light kiss to the side of your head which made your stomach resemble an acrobats performance.

"I am supposed to be your date this evening, people would think there was something wrong if I didn't behave this. Best I carry on, for appearances."

You chewed the inside of your lip as his fingers ghosted up and down your arm, knowing he was partly right, but that wasn't the main reason and it was driving you crazy, especially now you could feel his breath on your neck that was making you tremble in anticipation. You just stifled a whimper when his hand cupped your chin, tilting your head up so you caught his gaze as his thumb caressed your cheek, his eyes flicking over you enticingly as he leaned forward so that his lips were an inch away from yours.

"I need to go for a moment, check things out. I'll be back as soon as I can."

All you could manage was a simple nod as he slid out of the seat and made his way back out of the hall, snapping you out of your lascivious haze. Fuck, Fuck, Fuck! You're a trained assassin for god's sake, how on earth are you letting a man seduce you like this?! At this moment in time you wish you had a gun pointed at your head, at least that would be less nerve wracking. Maybe.... You shouldn't hold back anymore? Once this mission was over you assumed you wouldn't be working together in the foreseeable future, so you could see no reason to keep denying what you craved so much.

Peeking through the drapes when you heard almighty cheers coming from the other side of the room, you burst out laughing when you saw Ezio and Connor engaged in a pretty intense arm wrestle, Edward somehow refereeing whilst still cheering for his grandson. Just as you got up to join in the fun, you were immediately knocked back down onto your seat when you crashed into something warm and firm, the wind knocking out of you when you saw Jacob had suddenly stepped in front of you to stop you from leaving.

"Can I talk to you?"

"Erm, sure. What about?"

Sliding down the seat so he could sit next to you, you began to feel slightly anxious when he just stared at his beer bottle, picking at the label and tearing it off one thin strip at a time.

"Where's your date gone?"

"Had to nip off to take a call, work I think."

"His loss is my gain then. I would never run off and leave you, especially when you're looking like that."

Jacob smirked as he not so subtly eyed you up, your already warm features burning as he made that little needy keen that used to make your heart melt. You took a huge gulp of your drink to try and give you a moment to come up with some kind of witty retort, but after several moments of uncomfortable silence, you couldn't come up with a single thing other than to ask a dumb question.

"So what did you want to talk to me about?"

You kept your eyes fixated on his hands while he fiddled with the bottle a moment longer, making you slightly nonplussed when he set it down on the table and pushed it away, still half full. In all the years you had known him, he had never not finished a drink, he actually prided himself on it so you knew he must be serious for a change.

"I want... I want you to come back with me. Tomorrow. I've missed you so much. I've got a place now, and a proper job, apart from going about busting up Templars, and I know that's what you were worried about before even though you didn't say."

All you could do was sit there staring into space, your jaw slacked as his words hit your ears. You regretted saying no once before, and here he was asking you again. Your mind was whirlwinding out of control, stirring up every single emotion imaginable within you as you internally debated his question. After what felt like an eternity, your vocal chords decided to work just as you had come to the same answer as before. You couldn't, you just... couldn't do it. The reasons hadn't changed, nor had the huge risk to both his and your lives. Placing your hand gently on top of his and letting out a soft sigh as he gazed up at you hopefully, you found that you couldn't look him in the eye as you spoke.

"Jacob, I....."

You were spared of actually saying the words that he already knew were coming as he dropped his head numbly, when your attention was pulled to someone clearing their throat beside you. Snapping your hand back quickly and watching every single one of Jacobs muscles tense up as Shay pushed aside the fabric so he could see you properly, you flinched when Jacob suddenly got up and snatched his beer back off the table, knocking it back in one swallow before barging past Shay forcefully.

"She's all yours, mate." He sneered as his eyes flickered between you and Shay when he extended his hand to help you up.

"Never had a doubt. Mate. Appreciate you noticing though."

Even though the music had gotten louder you could hear Shay's comment was dripping with sarcasm, making you think you were back in a Grade school playground. Letting out a huff while you watched Jacob saunter off back over to his best friend and sister as if nothing had happened, you decided that you'd had enough dramatics this evening and concentrated on the mission at hand instead.

"So, everything's in order I take it?" You mumbled as he lay his palm on your back, the momentary lack of shudders down your spine coming back full force at his touch.

"Hmmm just about lass, just need to make sure everyones in here. We need to create some kind of distraction. You up for it? After your little conversation there?"

Cocking your head when you couldn't place his expression; the mask making it damn near impossible to distinguish anything other than the curve threatening to adorn his lips, you stood a little straighter and lifted your head with resolve, determined to see this thing through.

"Of course. What did you have in mind?"

You linked your arm through the crook of his elbow as he guided the way through the now almost jam packed hall and towards the polished wooden area in the centre, stopping at the edge of it to turn around to face you.

"Tell me love. Can you dance?"

A sensual smile crept up your face and your chest began to flutter as he draped his hands on your hips and made little stroking movements; inhaling sharply as he stepped forward so that he was just brushing against you.

"Can you?"

"Aye, and not just in the way you're thinking of right now." He murmured huskily against your cheek before grazing his mouth against it, every part of you starting to go into a frenzy when he pulled back and even with his face half obscured, you knew exactly what that look was.

There were only two other couples on the dance floor when Shay took your hand and led you into the middle, laying your hand on his arm as he rest his on your waist. The corner of your lips twitched as the band started the next song when they saw they had new people in front of them, Shakira's Objection ringing through the air.

"Did you plan this?" You gasped as he suddenly moved his arm down to part your dress and hook your bare leg over his hip, his other holding your body flush against his.

"Maybe."

You didn't know whether to smile or moan when he leant you back slowly, swaying you and bringing you back up as the intro started, his breath hot on your lips as he slowly and deliberately inched his hand up to caress the curve of your rear. You smirked as his eyes widened for a moment before he dropped your leg down to spin you several times in front of him and you ended up with your back to his chest; sliding your body down him provocatively in time with beat.

"You're not wearing underwear, are ya?" He whispered in your ear as you returned back up and curled your arm around his neck.

"Nope."

The playful glint in his eye became more fervent as you subtly pressed your ass against his groin just before he took your hands again, twirling you out of his embrace as the tempo started to quicken.

You had been taught the tango long ago, your mentors insisting that you had to be ready in any situation, but nothing could have ever prepared you for this. Your skin felt like it was on fire under his every caress of your body, each time he pressed himself against you, you could feel a dangerous tingling in your abdomen, pooling between your legs that was blooming with each risqué step. You hadn't even noticed that the other people had left the floor and the vast majority of the party were now circling around gasping in awe at your alluring display; everything seemed to disappear, the only things remaining were you, and the man who was driving you to delirium under his touch.

His grip tightened around you when you softly moaned in his ear as he slid his thigh between your legs, grinding you against him and pressing just hard enough to send a pulse straight through you that had you writhing against him for more, making the wetness that was growing seep into the fabric of your dress. You knew it wouldn't take much more to make you come undone, and judging by what all of your senses were telling you, it wouldn't for him either. From his heavy breathing that had nothing to do with the dancing, to the sly little kisses he kept leaving over you in between moves were definitely a sure thing of that.

Just before your body was about to give in to the burning heat inside you, the music came to an end, leaving the whole room in complete silence while you stared into Shays eyes, both breathless as he held you leant back in his arms. Your fingers dug into his arm as he closed the gap between you and softly pressed his lips against yours, just fleeting, but it was enough to make you melt into his embrace. You were dragged from your lust filled buzz when a thunderous applause filled the air, but neither of you moved until people came flooding towards you to sing your praises.

"When this is over, meet me later at the hotel? I think we should... talk. I've gotta go." He mumbled against your lips, not quite managing to control the cracking in his voice.

Shay gently pulled you back up to standing when a crowd swarmed around you, squeezing your fingers briefly with a look of yearning and anticipation when you nodded, and slipped out in the horde while everyones attention was on you.

"(Name) that was brilliant!" "Oh wow that was hot!" "Teach me! Please!"

You barely registered the compliments being thrown at you as you stared at the space where Shay was just stood, licking your lips slowly to taste the remnants of his kiss on them. Just as your brain reconnected with the rest of your body, you were suddenly met with a heavy arm over your shoulders and a loud smooch on your mask as you were led away from the still gushing mass of assassins.

"Well blow me! Didn't realise you were gonna be the entertainment tonight (name), don't think there's a dry seat in this place!"

Grinning and swiping the fresh bottle of rum out of Edward's hand when your mouth was decidedly parched, you took a quick swig before handling it back, noticing that Jacob was not amongst your group of friends anymore. Thinking he had just gone off to drink himself into a stupor after what had happened, you paid it no mind and instead gave a deep bow to your companions when they stared cheering and whooping as you were dragged over to them.

"(Name)?"

You turned around when you heard someone quietly mumble your name behind you, looking up with a beaming smile when you saw another acquaintance of yours staring nervously at the floor.

"Connor? You look, well, wow! A tux really suits you. What's up?"

"Well, I may not be as good of a dancer as the man you are with, but I was wondering, if you would do me the honour of joining me in the next?" He uttered nervously, his eyes flickering between everyone to see if there were any traces of laughter, which of course, there was none.

"Excellent idea! Course you will, won't ya (name)! Teach this hulk of a grandson of mine how to woo a lady?"

You took Connor's hand gently and gave it a reassuring squeeze when Edward pushed you both towards the dance floor, yelling at the band to play something 'sexy'. Just as you guided Connor into the proper stance; his rigid posture and size making it no easy feat, you were about to take the first step when a deafening wail sounded out instead of the expected music. Dropping his hands and covering your ears when the piercing alarm began to hurt, you looked around frantically when it suddenly stopped, to see that all of the exits were now blocked with steel security doors.

Panic began to set in as you fumbled in your bodice and pulled out your phone; the 'no signal' on your screen glaring at you in the dim light of the hall, a wave of dread washed over you when you saw that almost everyone else was doing the same thing.

You were trapped.

[blaxkrosethorn]

Best Mistakes. Pt4.

Haytham Kenway x Temptation “Lily” Nevadah.

Haytham E. Kenway.

The gentlest man Lily had ever met but was disguised in the robes of a very handsome, arrogant asshole of a Templar.

The man Lily found herself falling for harder than when she’d first met him in Boston. But there was a problem; He’d threatened her life before she left Boston. And now she was too scared to even tell him that Holden, Hensley, and Havana were his children. Let alone that she was Temptation Lílían-Zio Nevadah. The woman who’s heart still lay in his hands, even after all this time.

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Lily sat on a stool by the fireplace a week after getting the girls back. The triplets were listening to a story from Charles Lee. She was lost in thought, softly twisting and pulling at the ring on her thumb. She felt her mask loosen a little, and reached up to tighten it. She also pulled her hair back, getting ready to tie it into a ponytail when her hair was taken out of her hands gently. She looked up to see Connor. “Good morning, mom.” He muttered softly, combing his fingers through her hair to untangle it. “Good morning, Connor. How’d you sleep?” Lily asked. “I slept well. Hensley crawled into bed with me after having a nightmare last night, how did you sleep?”

“I slept well, didn’t cough anything up last night at least, and I find it adorable how she’s so attached to you.” Lily comments as Connor ties a blue ribbon in her hair to hold it in a ponytail. They continue a casual conversation for twenty minutes, until Haytham makes his way downstairs. “Good morning everyone.” He announces as he ties his hair back and places his tricorn hat on his head. “Good morning, Haytham!” Havana greets him, her grayish green eyes instantly lighting up once she seen and heard him. At this point, Lily was positive Havana knew Haytham was her father but was keeping quiet about it for some reason. She could also see how Haytham easily accepted the bond between him and Havana, even allowing her to call him ‘father’ or ‘dad’ when she wanted. He even had a cute nickname for her. “Good morning little dove, how did you sleep last night?” He asked, picking Havana up and placing her on his hip. Lily blushed at how easily he adapted to the triplets and how adorable they all looked, but turned away so that no one noticed. Except, someone did notice; Lex.

Lex frowned before snatching Lily up by her arm and forcing her to walk with him out of the house. Charles and Haytham shared a mutual look of concern. “Connor, watch the children.” Haytham orders his eldest son. “Sure, c’mere little Warriors!” He called, and the three ran straight to him. Haytham and Charles quickly followed Lex and Lily, sticking to the shadows as they watched the interaction. “Spar with me, Lily?” Lex requested, and Lily obediently drew her swords, circling him like he was prey. “The kids are Offaly close with Haytham..” Lex comments as he searches for a gap in her posture, so that he could attack. “What? Jealous cause they never accepted you as a father figure?” Lily snaps, flipping away from Lex as he tries to attack her. “And what about Connor? You think everyone’s going to accept the fact that a man a decade and a half younger than you calls you mom?” Lex taunts. “Simple;” Lily begins, swiping her foot underneath his feet and making him fall on his ass. “Everyone does accept it, but you.” Lily growls, pointing her sword at his throat. “Alright..” he says, and she puts her sword away. “When are you going to tell him?” He asks. “None of your business. I may tell him tomorrow or I may never tell him he sired my children. But as of now it is no longer your business and never will be ever again.” Lily says before walking towards the stables.

Haytham and Charles felt confused, only having heard a little bit of the conversation. One thing was for sure; Haytham had some digging to do.

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Lily walked into the mansion and the kids instantly latched onto her leg. “Welcome home, momma!” They all said in unison. “Thank you, my little ones.” She says, gathering all three into her arms for an embrace. It’d been at least six months since Haytham and Charles Lee had arrived, and about a month after they did Shay Cormac arrived. Soon, it would be the triplets’ birthday. Haytham and Connor approached Lily. “Hello, mom. How was the trip?” Connor asks happily, greeting Lily with a hug. “It was.. exhausting.” Lily says, resting her head on Connor’s shoulder as they hugged. All of a sudden, Charles comes flying down the stairs. “You alright, Charles?” Lily asks, and Charles stands up with a crooked grin. “Couldn’t be better, actually.” Charles says, hugging Lily. Lily chuckles and pats Charles’ back. He releases the red haired female, and walks off with Holden, both chatting animatedly about a book they had read together. Shay came tumbling down the stairs next, hair tousled and clothes barely presentable. “Rough night, Shay?” Lily teased and he ruffled her hair. “Aye, tis always a rough night without you, lass.” Shay teases and Lily chuckles. “With Lex being leader and MIA I guess it is, huh?” Lily comments as everyone but her and Haytham head to the kitchen.

Haytham shuffled around for a moment before leaning towards Lily and wrapping his arms around her in an embrace. His arms locked around her shoulders and her arms found their way across his torso. She breathed in his scent and found that he still smelt the same; leather, roses, and the unique spices that only Templars could afford. Haytham basked in her scent as well, it was vaguely familiar, and he found himself wishing he could remember where he’d smelt this. The smell she had was warm, like the embers of a fire, with hints of tiger Lilies and cherry blossoms. Not the English cherry blossoms either; the French ones. It reminded Haytham of the smells he would encounter when he was a child and his father was still alive. “How was your trip?” Haytham asks, releasing his hold on her and glancing down at the bandage wrapped tightly on her thigh. “Like I said earlier; exhausting. But, I was able to locate someone who knew Lex’s father and interrogated him.” Lily answered. “May I ask a question?” Haytham asks. “You just did.” Lily remarks, her mouth guard hiding her smirk. “Go ahead, Haytham. I’m listening.” She says softly, reaching up and brushing a strand of graying black hair away from his face. “Why are you trying so hard to find him, when he treated you so awfully?” Haytham muttered, neither of them noticing the personal space, or lack thereof. “Because I don’t want to grow old serving this group, and I don’t want my kids to only ever know a life inside of this mansions walls.” Lily says, just then realizing how close they were. She’s saved from having to think of an excuse to get out of this situation by Shay’s call of breakfast. “Lily if you and Haytham don’t get yer arses in ‘ere I’m not savin’ any food for ya!”

That, was close.

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well now! it’s been a cool minute since i’ve been around, huh? :p turns out i got tagged for a lil ask meme!! thanks @eqrescue​ for the shout!  ✨

1) Name: Natashia

2) Nicknames: Tasha, Natt, and like 800 pseudonyms

3) Height: 5′5″

4) Orientation: Who even knows at this point, certainly not me LMFAO. Demisexual? Vaguely Pansexual I guess??

5) Nationality: American

6) Favorite fruit: Apples!

7) Favorite season: Autumn

8) Favorite flower: Gosh I love so many flowers, but I’m inclined to say Orchids are my fave~

9) Favorite scent: Apple Spice and… (surprise) Pine Tar, LOL

10) Favorite color: Blue and Purple!!

11) Favorite animals: Needless to say, horses - but I love a variety of felines, canines, and birds of prey as well

12) Coffee, tea, or hot chocolate: TEA IS WHERE IT’S AT Y’ALL. Chai, specifically 👀

13) Average hours of sleep: 8-9 hrs, usually

14) Dog or cat person: Cat person for sure

15) Favorite fictional character: This is such a difficult question to answer omg… how about my top three? ;)  Cayde-6, Gabriel Reyes, Connor Kenway~

16) Number of blankets you sleep with: At least 2

17) Dream Trip: Ireland, Italy - and I’d love to go back to Hawaii, this time with Bae hehe~ XOXO

18) Blog created: 2017 - this is a side blog, though. I won’t tell y’all how long I’ve actually been on this website LMAO

19) Number of followers: 54

20) Random fact: I am a survivor of childhood cancer - and I’d like to be a louder advocate for those affected by it someday soon. It’d be awesome to help uplift young ‘uns who are going through what I did via the magic of horses! 

ok so FIRST OF ALL, i’m tagging my bae @pancakehorse​!!! ;)  i’ll also tag: @glamorousequestrian @ottbnicodemus @reiningrookie @eq-uestrian @jeansoverjodpurs and @waywardequestrian!