#haytham kenway x male reader

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"I've missed your touch" Haytham x Reader? 👉👈

Prompt 3 | Haytham Kenway x Male Reader

Synopsis: You've been away for far too long and you come back realizing that Haytham wants you more than you realize.

Word Count: 2.2K

Warnings: Le smut. Blowjob. Hand job. Slight manhandling. Marking.

Notes: Thank you for the request!! I hope you don't mind that i chose to go with a male reader, was just easier to write with. Please enjoy!!

Thomas Hickey’s bark of a laugh makes you visibly wince. Even though you try your best not to, the sound is horrific. It’s more on the lines of a hack with mucus stuck in the back of his throat than anything else and you find it revolting. You can’t help it but your lip curls up ever so slightly as your eyes drift over to him. He swings back on his chair before coming back with the legs coming down with a loud clash. It’s as if the Green Dragon goes silent for a moment before the choir of voices arise up again.

Hickey points at you with a finger while still holding his ale in hand, “You got chased by dogs!?” He shouts out a little too loudly.

“Singular,” you correct. “It was one dog.”

“Mate,” Hickey grins wickedly, “I don’t think that makes it any better.”

You roll your eyes but can’t help but catch the Grandmaster’s dark blue gaze appointed to you. He has his hands clasped together in front of his mouth and his tricorn sits low over his face. But you can still see his gaze fixed upon you.

Lazy like, he looks away and gestures a hand out to Hickey, “And what have you done in the month while my tracker has been on his trek these past six months?”

That cuts Hickey short. He’s the only one at this table with you and Haytham and you don’t understand why? Well, you do to some degree. He’s here for the women and the ale fifty percent of the time. The other fifty? You have no clue what he does for Haytham’s cause or how he keeps his worth but he obviously does something right.

You’ve met Gist once and as much as you wouldn’t put them in the same category, that man is a drinker himself. Yet, he’s still able to keep his worth clearly to any passerby. Goes about travelling with that Irishman most of his days now. Haven’t seen him in a good few years.

Hickey tries to defend him, “I’ve been-“

“I know what you’ve done,” Haytham says with a raised hand. “Thank you, Thomas.”

Hickey looks to you up and down with a scowl and sets his ale aside. He stands from his chair, making it scratch against the floorboards loudly before dismissing himself to the Grandmaster. You’re quite surprised that no one else has showed up yet for your arrival back. Maybe most have forgotten about you. Or they’re away.

You can’t truly blame them though. You’re not a true part of the Templar cause. You’re a messenger, an information collector that gets paid by how important the job is. You wouldn’t compare yourself to that voyager Captain Cormac but the others have. But only by the way that both of you skip and hop around the place like a rabid dog. Unable to stick to one place for too long.

But it’s what you get paid for. Heading all the way out west and south to retrieve information for Haytham. It can be tiresome some months but most days it’s worth it. Seeing all the sights that America has to give.

But all of Haytham’s attention is on you now. He stands up slowly before looking you over. Something he’s been doing all day ever since you jumped off your horse coming back into Boston. You had to come all the way from Lower Louisiana with important French intel. Something Cormac wasn’t able to do since he’s up north. Probably still is since he’s not currently present.

You don’t want to hold a grudge against the poor man but it’s very hard when you’ve barely seen Haytham. The urge to reach out and touch is an itch that won’t go away. But, for the sake of Haytham’s reputation, you keep to yourself. The last thing Haytham wants is someone to see him with a man. You adjust your specks, pushing them up your nose. Maybe one day things will change.

The Grandmaster holds out a hand, gesturing towards the stairs. “Walk with me?” He asks with a small hint of amusement.

You nod your head gently, “Of course.”

Leading the way down the stairs and out the door, you can’t help but let your shoulders ease with relief. A brief touch on your upper arm has you looking to Haytham with a solum expression, even though you feel your chest constrict within you. It’s been too long since you’ve seen him. He hasn’t changed a bit but you may say the lines around his eyes have gotten a bit more prominent. But it suits him.  

“Come,” is all Haytham says before making his way down the street.

Blunt as always. That’s something you haven’t missed. With your hands behind your back, you walk after him. You keep your tongue still, not wanting to overstep or speak out of turn. Despite him telling you that he’s a high society man in the past, you’ve seen him break into too many places to count, kill without remorse and cause chaos in the middle of the street. Something that has you rolling your eyes every time.

But something you did not expect is for Haytham to step down the way of his own estate. You’ve only been here once and that was a good few years ago now. All your other little inquiries with Haytham have been held… elsewhere. It should leave a sour taste in your mouth but with each passing travel, you find yourself yearning for the man more. Even though sometimes he feels so far away when he’s right beside you.

Haytham Kenway’s estate is a two storey building on the outskirts of Boston. You can only guess to keep away from everyone else. But with the rate this place is growing he soon might be surrounded by other houses and properties. Most likely outshining Haytham’s in every way possible. But that’s the future.

You bring your eyes down to Haytham opening the door for you. His tricorn is off his head and he gesture inwards with it for you to enter first. You hum softly as you enter into Haytham’s home. And instantly, the smell of foxing books and tea leaves invades your nose. It’s almost overpowering but it’s almost familiar. The door clicks behind you softly.

“So, what matters did you want to discuss, sir?” You ask as you loosen your cravat from your neck.

A hand presses into the small of your back and you can’t help but stiffen up. You look to Haytham as he comes to your front, feeling around your waist until he stops on your stomach.

“There are no, important matters,” Haytham slurs out. “Only you.”

You can’t help but stifle out a laugh as you place a hand over his. He raises a brow to you, that concerned look coming over his features. This is not the man that you met earlier today. His eyes are too soft now, not the hard dark blue that could stop anyone in their tracks.

“You haven’t missed me that much have you?” You asks with a lilt of cockiness in your voice. It’s hard not to have it there, not with the way that Haytham looks to you now.

“Hmm, I would say as much,” Haytham hums out.

With nimble fingers, the hand on your stomach comes up and plucks your specs off your nose. You watch intensely as he folds them up in one hand before putting them off aside. You truly hate it when he does that because everything becomes a little fuzzy around the edges. But the way he looks at you is something that’s worth the minor inconvenience.

You finally reach out and unclasp the clip to his coat. It falls heavily to the ground with a heavy thud. Your hand touches his neck before caressing up his cheek. He grips your hand and pulls it away to kiss your palm. What a sweet man.

“Do you wish to-“ before you can even finish your sentence, Haytham brings you closer for a desperate kiss. One fill with teeth and tongue. But, you return it all the same with a hand gripping into his dark hair undoing that red bow he always has tied in it. He groans into the touch, a sound you savour all the same.

He pushes you backwards into the wall, almost knocking a painting off its hook. Haytham never parts from you though as his hands waver and venture down your chest, undoing every button on your vest in his path. The vest is discarded with your shirt coming next. You suddenly feel very exposed as his dark eyes look over you.

“This ain’t fair, Haytham,” you push him backwards with a hand on his chest. He complies, taking small steps backwards into the living room. Inches away from the fancy lounge he has, he grabs your hand and takes it from his chest.

“Many things aren’t fair, dear,” Haytham says.

You can’t help but scowl as he turns you around and pushes you backwards onto the lounge instead. You land with an oof onto the soft couches. You should be upset but the way that Haytham grips onto the back of the lounge as he leans over you with that look, it’s very hard to feel that way. Especially when everything you’re feeling is travelling down below, filling out in your pants.

Haytham comes down onto the couch, a leg coming between your own and pressing against your crouch. You can’t help the hiss that escapes from mouth. It’s been a while since you’ve let anyone touch you. And when a large hand kneads you through your pants, the groan that comes from your throat is savoury.

“What have your thoughts have me been? Since I’ve been away all this time?” You ask with a grin.

Haytham looks to you and you can see so many thoughts run behind his eyes. He leans down and kisses your neck, your jaw and then your lips.

“Many things,” he whispers deeply.

You lightly grab his face, making him look at you. “Show me,” you whisper back before kissing him deeply.

Clothes are striped off at an alarming rate and Haytham’s actions become desperate. His calloused hands run over your frame as soon as you’re free of your clothing. And the shivers that run down your spine has goosebumps littering your skin. He kisses you again deeply, biting at your bottom lip and sucking. His bites and kisses venture to your neck where it almost feels like as if he’s tasting you.

You grab onto the back of his neck and drag him down further onto the couch. He has to hold onto the back of the lounge to stop himself from falling over you. You bid yourself to think and open your eyes to take in the view in front of you. The muscles on his back twitch and move as his hands feel every inch of you. You take him in the best you can as he sucks and latches himself onto your neck. A hand wraps itself around your aching cock and your eyes roll up to the ceiling.

“Haytham,” you breathe out. “Please.”

He comes up and latches onto your lips again, deep and wet. His mind is probably a blur right now because yours is too. You get lost in the pure pleasure swirling in your gut and fogging your head. You grip onto his sides, your nails digging in as the hand that’s on your cock quickens it’s pace. Your back arches slightly off the couch as he squeezes at the base before stroking back up and flicking the bead of precum that’s leaking from you. It has you panting and holding onto him as if your life depended on it.

Haytham breaks off, breathing heavily into your cheek. He grinds down onto you and you can feel his own excitement rub up against your own.

“I’ve missed you,” you breathe out into his skin. “I’ve missed your touch, Haytham.”

Haytham returns that with another kiss as if he can’t get enough of you. You grip onto his hair, tugging at his locks that earn you a deep growl. Being like this, you miss it so damn much it hurts. You earn for him too much when you’re off on your little expeditions that it’s becoming a problem. You just hope that Haytham doesn’t send you away again on another six month journey. Because you don’t think you’ll survive this one with the way he makes you feel.

And seeing him like this, desperate to touch you. Desperate to taste you. Oh, it does so many things to you. And with him moving off the couch and guiding your hips with him, your heart does a flip. He sits on his knees in front of you, the Grandmaster of the Templar Order with your cock a breath away from his kiss swollen lips. The sight is something that no one will ever get to see but you.

“This is what I’ve wanted, dear,” Haytham almost whispers. “I’ve missed this too much for my own good.”

Only you.

You grip a hand into his hair again and guide him down onto your cock. He takes you beautifully and you grind your teeth, hoping to hold out for a few minutes more. But the way that Haytham sucks and bobs his head at your bidding is almost too much. His hands grip into your thighs painfully and you know there will be bruises there later. But it’ll be a reminder to today. Something you love to see in the mirror.

All for you. And only you.

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;)

[gaycragula]

Request Info

Fandoms/Characters I will write for

If there's no specified characters, I will write for all characters

Overwatch

Will write for all characters however: Tracer- GN!Reader if romantic; platonic if there's an m!reader Pharah- See above Winston- Platonic only Hammond/Wrecking Ball- Platonic only Orisa- Platonic only

How to Train Your Dragon

Surfs Up (2007)

Assassin's Creed

Assassin's Creed 3 Assassin's Creed Black Flag Assassin's Creed Syndicate Assassin's Creed Origins Assassin's Creed Odyssey

Pirates of the Caribbean

If there's something you're curious if I'll write for, feel free to ask! I jump from fandom to fandom a lot and I'm willing to write for a lot

Things I will write

FTM/Non-binary!Reader x Character Male/GN!Reader x FTM/Non-binary!Character FTM/Non-binary!Reader x FTM/Non-binary!Character Polyamorous Relationships Fluff Smut Angst? I don't think I'm good at it though :[ Ask me about kinks I'll write about if you're curious :]

Things I will NOT write

Fem aligned reader SA/Non-Con Scat Pregnancy Yandere Over the top feet stuff Char/Char

Feel free to ask any questions/clarifications of what I will and will not right if you're curious about anything!

I do reserve the right to decline any requests I am not comfortable with. Thank you

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SFW writings

Match up pairings - Valkyrie // Trevor Belmont // Alucard // multi-fandom pairing //

Song 🎶 fics - Vax fic // Percy fic // Grog // Caleb // Cadeuces // Grog - fic 2 //

Song fic: multi-party - Pike/Jester/Laudna // Wild 😜 Ones //

Pretty Little Liars 💋/Original Sin 🔪- being mouse’s sibling //

Genshin Impact - Neuvillette flirting //

Game of Thrones/House of the Dragon 🐉- aegon + writing prompt // aemond headcanons // incorrect quotes // jock 💪 aemond //

Ewan Mitchell - Martin (in the modern world) //

The Decameron - Dr Dioneo fluff // Dioneo and the artist //

Hades - making out with Moros //

Marvel

MCUniverse - Namor + female general // Paradox ⚡️ headcanons // incorrect quotes // incorrect quotes 2 // incorrect quotes 3 // incorrect quotes 4 // incorrect quotes 5 //

Werewolf by Night - Jack Russell fluff //

X-Men - relationship headcanons //

Bridgerton - Benedict SFW (+ NSFW) //

Fallout - found family + Lucy //

Dune - Chani + sister!figure //

Ultraman Rising - kenji x male!reader //

A Quiet Place: Day One - dating Eric //

Monkey Man - writing prompt ask //

Blood of Zeus ⚡️- ares x Hindu!god!reader // Dionysus with pregnant!reader + twins // hard to get Ares // can’t carry a tune 🎶 // Hermes and Apollo twins // sneaking with Poseidon // childhood friend // rise of Venus 💕 // friends of monsters // plus size reader //

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Mighty Nein - hold my ale // you get separated //

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Dungeon Meshi - toshiro headcanons //

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Assassins Creed - Kenway friend // drunk Haytham // Connor and author s/o // the cuddling type // gyaru reader // altair and day off // Altair and eagles // Malik headcanons // markings of Eden //

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Baldurs Gate - linking pinkies // peck 💋 on lips // practicing “I love you” // Gale + insecure!body reader // blue dragon in the rain // too close to call //

Batstarion 🦇 Week 2024 - day 6 // day 7

Star Wars - Rey skywalker + reader with anxiety //

NSFW writings

Twisters 🌪️ - sweet darlin //

Trap (2024) - bonnie and Clyde //

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Multiparty - match freak //

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[wyyvernn]

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Note: Excuse the Haytham brainrot yes I am very obsessed

Requests: Open but for Haytham and Shay only. I write for several reader options, including gender neutral and male readers but I mostly write with a female reader in mind. That being said, please be clear with the type of reader you want me to write for in your request!

𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

✧ ˚ · . Haytham Kenway

Vampire! Haytham - Part 1 (Headcanons)

Vampire! Haytham - Part 2 (NSFW - Headcanons)

Vampire! Haytham x Spy! Reader

Injured! Haytham x Templar! Reader

Stranded - Haytham x Templar! Reader

City Chase - Haytham x Templar! Reader

Older! Mentor! Haytham x Student! Reader (Headcanons + Oneshot)

Older! Mentor! Haytham x Student! Reader (NSFW - Fingering)

Older! Mentor! Haytham x Student! Reader (NSFW - Thigh Riding)

Older! Mentor! Haytham x Student! Reader (NSFW - Wall Sex)

Yandere! Haytham Headcanons

Haytham x NB! Reader

Haytham x Doubtful! Reader

✧ ˚ · . Shay Patrick Cormac

Shay x Catwoman! Reader

Vampire! Shay (Headcanons)

✧ ˚ · . Various

How they kiss you - Connor, Haytham, Shay, Evie, Jacob (Headcanons)

SFW Headcanons - Shay & Haytham (Bonus Poly)

[unprofessional-bard]

MASTERLIST.

Last Updated: 12/12/2022

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

NOT TAKING REQUESTS AT THE MOMENT!

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

F! = Female  ||  M! = Male

(Character) x (Character) = Romantic pairing

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

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

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

REQUESTS

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

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

I WRITE:

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

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

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

I DON'T WRITE (TW!!):

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

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

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

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

VIDEO GAMES.

I. THE LAST OF US

Joel Miller

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

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

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

Sex headcanons** (meme)

Bedroom/house/living quarters headcanons (meme)

Romantic headcanons (meme)

Family headcanons (meme)

Kinktober Day 15** (x Reader)

Ellie

Romantic headcanons (meme)

Old age + Sleeping headcanons (meme)

Tommy Miller

Family headcanon (meme)

More works coming soon!

II. ASSASSIN'S CREED

Jacob Frye

Out of Touch (x Reader)

Ratonhnhaké:ton/Connor

Hello Stranger (x Reader)

Haytham Kenway

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

Ezio Auditore

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

III. RED DEAD REDEMPTION

Arthur Morgan

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

More coming soon/Series in progress!

Bigby Wolf

IV. THE WOLF AMONG US

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

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

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

V. THE WITCHER

Geralt of Rivia

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

Sex Headcanons** (meme)

Kinktober Day 23** (x F!Reader)

Yennefer of Vengerberg

Kinktober Day 28** (x F!Reader)

VI. DISHONORED

Corvo Attano

Romantic headcanons (meme)

VII. UNCHARTED

Nathan Drake

Sleep + Sex headcanons** (meme)

Samuel Drake

Romantic headcanons (meme)

Sex headcanons** (meme)

VIII. DEVIL MAY CRY

Vergil

Cooking/food headcanons (meme)

IX. CALL OF DUTY

Russell Adler

Series in progress! (as of November 2022)

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

[thero0ks]

The Courier (Haytham Kenway x Reader)

The leather of her boots slapped together with each stride. She wasn’t trained in the art of stealth. It didn’t matter much when you were galloping through the underbrush. Many of her associates stopped to take a look. She kept her face fixed into a stony mask on her face. The guards didn’t bother to stop her. She’d been past them so many times that they recognized her. They knew any delay in her stride could be detrimental to their order. Her footsteps echoed across the hallway as she made her way to the Grand-Master’s office. She knocked on the door before she heard a muffled voice echo “enter.”

She opened the mahogany door. She didn’t bother glancing at the two men seated in front of the Grand Master’s desk. She held out the sealed letter to the steely eyed man. The male took it, “I assume there were no troubles then?” He inquired.

She shifted a little at the statement, “not exactly...sir.” She said simply.

“You weren’t delayed.” He pointed out.

“Lass you’re bleeding.” A startled Irish brogue caused the woman to look down at the small pool of blood that was forming on the floorboards.

“I was shot.” She said brushing the statement aside.

“For God’s sake! Take yourself to the infirmary at once.” The Grand-master ordered breaking the seal.

“Yes master Kenway.” The woman said with a small bow turning on her heel heading for the door.

“Shay make sure she gets there.” The man ordered.

The woman swayed a little, the Grand-master’s voice seemed distant in the background. Black spots appeared in her vision before everything went black. Shay had reached her in time to catch her before her head hit the floor. The man started shoving aside the layers of her jackets to see where the blood was coming from. “Shite lass, that’s deep.” He muttered as he heard footsteps behind him, and felt arms pushing him out of the way. Haytham picked up the (p/c/l) woman and rushed her to the infirmary.

(Y/N)’s eyes fluttered open. There was a dull ache at her side. She could hear the soft scratching of a quill on parchment. Her (e/c) gaze floated around the room taking in her surroundings. She was surprised to see the Grand-master seated in a chair at her side.

“If you’re trying to kill yourself, could you at least have the decency not to do it in front of me?” The man inquired, his eyes never leaving his paperwork.

“I’m sorry sir.” Her voice came out raspy.

“It’s a good thing Shay was there to catch you, otherwise your head would be aching as well.” The man added. Somehow his stony expression appeared to look even less pleased than it already was.

“I will make sure to give him my thanks.” She said trailing off. The tension was thick, but she knew better then press the Grand-Master about the issue. She wasn’t sure why he was here. It wasn’t a normal thing for the Grand-master to take such interest in a courier.

“As of today you’ve been reassigned.” The man said simply.

“But sir-” she started as the two steely eyes shot up cutting her off instantly. Haytham was the last person she wanted to piss off. She shrunk back into the pillows while muttering a “yes sir.”

The man studied her a moment his flint eyes daring her to argue anymore. Once he was appeased with her silence he went back to his paperwork. An Irish brogue caused her to snap her head up, “ah, lass you’re awake.” He said with a grin pulling up a chair on the other side of her. “These are for you.” He said handing her a bouquet of flowers.

“Thank you Captain Cormac.” The woman said taking them from him.

“Please, just call me Shay.” The man said softly.

“Shay they’re beautiful. Thank you for everything..master Kenway said you caught me when I passed out. Thank you for bringing me to the infirmary.” She said offering him a smile.

“I only caught you lass. Haytham brought you here.” Shay said with a smile.

(Y/N) glanced over at the grand-master with surprise. “Thank you grand-master.” She said softly.

Haytham waved her off as if it were nothing. Shay was staring at the grand-master with a small smirk. “He hasn’t left your side.” Shay added, causing the grand master to shoot a death glare at Shay who was grinning proudly.

(Y/N) looked between the two a little confused. “That isn’t necessary sir. I can take care of myself.”

“Like you did when you got shot?” Haytham snapped. “If I recall you passed out in my office.”

Y/N looked down sheepishly, “I only thought…” Her voice trailed off.

Shay’s cognac eyes flickered between the two. Haytham was fuming, and the courier had the decency to look ashamed. “You only thought the Order comes first.” The Irishman interjected, on the (h/c)’s behalf.

“Yes.”

Tension seemed to leave the Grandmaster’s shoulders, as he took in her deflated figure. “Perhaps it was...brash of me to reassign you.” Haytham glanced over at the Irishman who nodded encouragingly.

Shay could tell the Englishman was harboring feelings for the woman as soon as she stepped through the door. Typically Haytham would dismiss any intruders on their meetings, or simply make them wait outside. The way the man sat at attention when she walked through the door, and the way his grey eyes drank her in confirmed Shay’s suspicions. By the look in his eyes, Haytham knew that Shay knew.

“I’ll wait outside. I think there are some matters ye need to discuss.”

The two were left in silence. “I apologize for any concern I may have caused. It was not my intention.” Y/N started, her fingers played with a loose thread, as he eyes were fixed on her feet. Doing all that she could to avoid his piercing stare.

A sigh escaped Haytham’s lips, as he placed the parchment and quill on a side table. “This is my fault.”

Y/N’s eyes shot up at the Englishman in surprise. “If I had made my feelings known, perhaps you would have taken better care.”

“Your feelings?” Y/N’s heart raced at the meaning. She was only a courier, and he the Grandmaster. He couldn’t possibly mean…

“I love you.” His words hung in the air. His eyes had softened, and she saw sparks of hope in his grey eyes.

She’d entertained thoughts of him on those cold nights. They had always been enough to warm her heart, but they always disappeared with the rising of the sun. She’d never allowed herself to hope he would see her as anything more than a disposable courier.

“I have loved you for so long.” She answered, her heart near bursting. “I never thought...I never dreamed you would feel the same.”

A rare smile crossed his lips, “you have no idea how magnificent you look, do you?” He leaned forward engulfing her hand in his, his gaze following his calloused thumb tracing the back of her palm. “Seeing you astride a galloping horse, in your element.” His eyes flickered up to meet (e/c) eyes. “It would be impossible to not fall in love.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

His mind seemed to wander to the fleeting touches, and the few exchanges of words. “The thought of being rejected by you, scared me.”

“The Grandmaster of the Colonial Templar order scared of rejection?” She teased, soliciting a small smile from him.

“I am still human dear.” He said, placing a small kiss on her hand.

A blush crept across her cheeks at the contact. “Would it be too bold of me to ask for a kiss?”

Mirth filled eyes flickered up at her. “I’ve waited an eternity for you to ask.”

[celestialgaea]

hey I wanted to tell you that I love your works!! Is it possible to ask for a scenario with Haytham having a particularly salty and fearless assistant who often tends to argue with what Haytham says or questions his position as grandmaster? how will our kenway react?

Thank you so much, that makes me so happy! And I am so so so sorry for not uploading this story in a short period of time. I am scolding at myself for this as I had thought that this would’ve been published a long time ago, but school made me very demotivated and dried my well of inspiration. Forgive me if the story is short. Enjoy:)

Pairings: Haytham Kenway x Reader

Warnings: none

It was a very uncommon view you saw yesterday evening. Very odd. Seeing two of the most opposite individuals, what seemed to you, negotiating in a very calm manner. Haytham’s mild expression had been the same every since you had perceived them and it caused you to feel slightly betrayed. As his assistant, his right hand it was a very important -and to you, even religious- principal to assist him with every quest and to get informed of even the slightest detail of every negotiation. Especially when it came to the assassin’s. A blurry uneasyness sauntered into your stomach seeing how the indigenous male was this precise carbon copy of his father, sharing the same facial features it was noticable how his face was frigid and distant from reality. Almost numb. Genuinly opposite from Hayhtam’s face; slight twitches of the eyebrows and nodding his head on every note of his own voice’s melody.

The sight of the two male’s have been haunting and sauntering through the empty and echoeing glass room of your mind, thousand versions of illusionative speech plastered onto them as to what you assumed they had been talking about during the crisp evening.

The muted voices and grumbling hums of Haytham and the assassin were circling around you in a trance as you had been observing Haytham’s behaviour and narrowed your eyes, awaiting the mentioning of the negotiation with the assassin. But alas. He kept his mouth shut and not even a single note nor vibration that exposed his affairs were emitted from his ivory throat. You had kept yourself seated, waiting for everyone’s departure so you were able to have a small talk with the Grandmaster, but that didn’t left you unnoticed as several templars have been gazing at your sitting form for a fraction of a second longer, slightly furrowing their eyebrows at the way your alert eyes were following Haytham’s movements.

‘Ey, (Y/N)!’ Hickey’s sharp and jocular voice made you avert your focusing eyes from Haytham towards Hickey’s smirking face. ‘Ye’ gonna come with us or are ye’ tryin’ to get a higher wage?’ A snorting laugh left his lip at the underlying inappropriation of the joke, leaving you embaressed. You softly cleared your throat. Almost slow-motion like you turned your head back towards the Grandmaster, sneaking a glimps of his motionless face from underneath the curtains of your eyelashes. That was one of the few positive -slightly positive- things about Haytham’s obsession over discipline - He didn’t let his nor the emotions of other’s affect himself, so you didn’t had to worry about receiving a raised eyebrow in regards of the sexual joke about the two of you.

‘Haven’t I dismissed all of you, miss (L/N)?’ His voice was intimidating such as his posture; straight and broadened back with his fingertips pressed against each other, it was resembling that of a ruler.

‘You have, master.’

‘Then why are you still here?’ Your eyebrows were raised in surprise as your head was tilted to the side.

You want to wank yourself, or something?

‘Why where you negotiating with that assassin without informing me?’  He didn’t flinch, not even a slight change of width in his eyes. As if he expected the queston to hit him. ‘I am the one in charge here, so why should I not? And besides; I cannot drag you into every matter of bussiness as it can be quite...nasty.’ And for God know’s how many times you raised your eyebrows again. ‘Practically you have to drag me along into this nasty bussiness because I am your assistant,’ You moved yourself from your seat and walked in a rapid speed towards Haytham. ‘I have pledged an oath, Haytham-’ ‘-That’s grandmaster for you.’

‘Oh sod it, Haytham.’ You cleared your throat before repeating your sentence again. ‘I have pledged an oath. I swore to you and those fuckers to be a true and loyal templar. I have pledged to sacrifice my whole damned life to this order, so why would it matter if I get involved in these nasty things, Haytham?’

‘Listen, Connor and I were negotiating about a matter which is private. He dare not hurt me, I am his biological father, he does not have the guts for it.’ Bullshit. Everything was bullshit. It sounded as if he were trying to convince himself his son wouldn’t kill him rather than trying to convince you.

‘Do you even believe yourself? He is brutal. Timid, but brutal. I’ve seen him  behead someone with only one blow of his axe. He is huge, Haytham. Besides, you may be his father but he sees you as his greatest enemy. You are the one to block his passage towards victory.’

He kept the room silent, only the fuming breath that made your chests rise and fall filled the empty space. Haytham leant back in his chair and caressed his closed eyelids with his fingers’ solid strokes. Even when he sat in silent dispair he was handsome and neat. It was a very rare sight to catch him looking slovenly, even when his day was not going well.

Haytham’s gaze was focused on your face, feeling a slight arousal creep onto him as his orbs kept admiring you with a lingering intensity. Your saltyness and unrequired remarks towards Haytham surprisingly didn’t spoil the service of vast loyalty you provided him with, on the contrary even. He grew fond of your loyalty towards him, and at the pace of a saltened snail in agonizing pain he began growing fond of you. A bit too much fond of you. But in spite of the weak smiles and pained heart that made him recall past love that had been hidden inside a messy stitched heart he received after a futil discussion with you, it made him feel as though you were a married couple with aching love, he neglected all of those feelings. He could not let the burden of your death, which was an inevitable reality as a templar, weigh on his shoulder. You could die any day and any night. Life is not on your side and death is the inevitable repercussion of being handed the curse of life.

‘I am well aware of that, (Y/N). I am well aware.’ He sighed. he stood up and with his hands tied against his back he began strolling until he stood behind you. So close. So near.  ‘But after all,’ His breath hit the nape of your neck, patching the flesh with a humid warmth. ‘He is still my own bloody son.’

[ragingbookdragon]

You Can Take Off All My Clothes And Never See Me Naked PT. 3

A Haytham Kenway x Reader Story

Word Count: 4,400 Warnings: Explicit Language, Mentions of Assault

Author’s Note: This part does contain mentions of sexual and physical assault, so if that’s a trigger for you, please be advised. -Thorne

***Set One Year After Part Two***

           The usual grouping of Templars gathered in the backroom of The Ethereal Crew Tavern, that grouping being Haytham, Shay, Gist, (Y/N) and a few others she didn’t care to name. Most of them had arrived on their own, but she and Haytham had taken the liberty of getting a carriage together. Rather scandalous given that neither were married nor courting the other, but personally, she could care less about social etiquette governed by the elite who had their heads shoved up their asses.

           She kept herself guarded, one leg crossed over the other, her fingers curled around the handle of the dagger in her jacket. Haytham probably knew, but he’d yet to let her know, absentmindedly flipping through the pages of his journal. It drove her up the wall how he seemed to place enough trust in (Y/N) to actually sit in a carriage with her, alone—she hated the feeling. Hated that he cared enough. Sometimes she’d wished she’d never accepted his offer to join the Templars. It was too late for regrets though as through a flurry of group missions and her own personal ones, she’d managed to climb the ladder of success within the Templars, coming to rest just below Lee. No doubt (Y/N) had certainly upset the chain of command, especially with pushing half the men of the group from their positions to claim them as her own, and as much as she hated it, she had to acknowledge that it gave her a sick sense of pride to take them down a few pegs—fragility of male pride, she decided.

           “Is something on your mind, (Y/N)?”

           She looked up from her boot laces and to him, though he’d yet to take his eyes off the pages. “Nothing that would make you happy, Grandmaster.”

           Haytham chuckled and snapped the journal shut before meeting her eyes. “You’re more than welcome to call me Haytham when we’re not with the rest of the Order.”

           (Y/N) cocked an eyebrow and deadpanned, “Honestly, I’d rather stab myself in the thigh…twice…with a dull knife…but that’s just my personal opinion.”

           He let out a snort and stowed the notebook in his jacket before regarding her. “Why are you so adamant to keep people from being friendly with you?”

           “Why are you so nosey about my adamancy?” she retorted.

           “I’m simply curious.” His steel eyes narrowed. “Is that so wrong?”

           “Unhealthy, would be the better word.” (Y/N) shot back, but on a rare whim, she revealed, “I don’t trust you.”

           Haytham evidently hadn’t expected that because his eyes widened ever so slightly. “Truly? Even though we’ve served together for a full year?”

           She huffed and turned her gaze to the window. “Don’t take it personally, sir, I don’t trust anyone.”

           “Then what do you trust in?” he inquired.

           “Myself.” (Y/N) murmured with a deep breath.

           “And when you can’t trust in that?”

           She eyed him from the corners of her eyes. “Psychological warfare isn’t going to work on me, sir. Been there, done that. I’ve learned my lesson.”

           Haytham smirked and she instantly cursed herself at her carelessness. “So that’s your reason. You won’t allow yourself to be taken advantage of again by someone.”

           (Y/N) couldn’t help but glower at him and if looks could kill, he’d have been dead and buried. “You smug bastard.” He barked a laugh but didn’t respond, and the carriage began to slow.

           They climbed out, her first, still fuming, Haytham following in suit. She opened the door and walked inside, leaving him, but he wasn’t upset, far from it. By the time he got to the backroom, (Y/N) had already poured drinks and taken her seat between his and Shay’s, a glare still in her eye.

           They stood at his entry and when he sat, they did as well. “Thank you for readying the drinks, (Y/N).” he acknowledged, and her grunt of acceptance served as a reply. He looked to the others. “We’ve started with more practical pursuits of taking over the colonies.” Haytham gestured to Shay. “With Shay helping to claim New York, we’ve control over two major cities and ports of the Americas.”

           Shay tipped his head and took a sip of his beer.

           Haytham looked to (Y/N). “You’ve also been helpful to help claim the city too, taking out public menaces during the nights. It’s kept the people safe.” She looked in the other direction, feeling the warmth rise on her cheeks at the praise. “But I’d like to do more.” He waved a hand and Charles unraveled a map along the table and everyone leaned forward in their seats to gain a look. “We’ve most of the New England and Middle Colony territories, but I want to focus our attention to the South. Gaining leverage would give us control of the colonies and we can turn them any way we wish.”

           Shay raised a hand and the Grandmaster nodded at him. “Ports in North and South Carolina and Georgia could be decent routes to start with. If at least to get us a feeling of the locations.”

           Haytham tipped his head in agreement, then looked to (Y/N) who was busy dragging her eyes up and down the map. “Have you any ideas, (Y/N)?”

           She hummed. “I’d start with negotiations with Native tribes or go to Florida and start there.”

           Before anyone could ask, Charles snorted. “Why go to the natives for help? Do you doubt that we can’t do it ourselves?” His voice was haughty, full of arrogance, and it pissed her off.

           (Y/N) met his gaze and he audibly swallowed from the sheer anger in it. “Perhaps because they’re the ones who could help us further our goals farther than we could on our own considering the fact that they’ve lived in the Americas long before colonial intervention? Perhaps because this is their land we’re talking about controlling? Perhaps because colonists like you have your head shoved so far up your ass that asking for help from actual natives of the land is considered insane? Perhaps because you’re a stupid son of a bitch who thinks that that colonials are somehow placed high above natives because we’re ‘civilized’ solely based on the fact that we live in brick houses and speak the King’s English—which by the way isn’t even a universal language because more countries speak a multitude of other languages besides English—Spanish and French being two examples.” She leaned forward. “Have I got the point across or should I keep offering rhetoric about how idiotic your complaints are until it goes through your thick skull?”

           Charles face had turned at least six shades of red, each darker than the last and he fumbled for an answer but all he could sputter was nonsense. (Y/N) glanced at Shay beside her who’d long since put his face in his arms to keep from laughing hysterically. Only the shake of his shoulders told her, and she looked to Haytham. “Start negotiations for help with the Cherokee and the Creek or go to Saint Augustine and work up. That’s where I’d start.”

           Haytham merely wore a smile as he nodded. “Shay would you mind traveling down to Saint Augustine within the month?” The Irishman didn’t even raise his head, simply waving a hand in response. “Well then, we’ll start with finding someone who speaks the Cherokee and Cree—”

           His words were cut off by the door slamming into the wall, and immediately everyone grabbed either a gun or a sword to defend themselves with when they caught sight of a disheveled woman.

           (Y/N) let go of her dagger and stood from her seat, ignoring how it toppled over behind her. “Priscilla?” The woman ran over to her and upon closer inspection, she took in the sight of the torn dress and the blood and bruises along her skin. A breath of shock left her. “What happened to you?”

           Priscilla practically burst into tears and as if her strength suddenly failed, her knees gave out beneath her. (Y/N) caught her before she hit the ground. “(Y/N)!” she cried.

           The Templar yanked her gloves off and gently cradled the woman’s face in her hands. Bruises littered her amber skin, and (Y/N) saw handprints around her throat and arms. Anger welled inside her and she didn’t need to lift the woman’s dress to know what had happened. She opted for, “Who did this to you?”

           The woman sobbed and shook her head. “He’ll kill me.”

           (Y/N) removed her jacket and laid it around Priscilla’s shoulders, allowing her some decency in the presence of men. ��Priscilla…give me his name.”

           “I can’t,” she whimpered, raising a hand to wipe her face. “He told me he’d kill my family.”

           She cradled the woman’s face once more. “Where is your family now?”

           “At home.”

           (Y/N) looked at Shay. “Shay.” Her voice was calm, quiet, and it made his blood run cold. “Just North-East of the gang headquarters in East Village there is a small home that stands on its own. You’ll recognize it by the blue painted door. I need you to go and collect the woman and young boy that live there and bring them back down here.” He didn’t move for a moment and she narrowed her eyes. “Now, Shay.” He rose and motioned for Gist to do the same, and the two of them disappeared from the backroom.

           She drew her eyes back to Priscilla. “Go to my room and look in the chest at the foot of my bed.” (Y/N) dipped so she could catch her eyes. “You remember the code?”

           “I do,” the woman whispered.

           (Y/N) nodded. “In the right corner there’s a little bundle of packages. Find the one labeled Queen Anne’s Lace. Open it and chew a handful up and wash it down with water.” She helped the woman to her feet. “I’ll tell Anita to draw a bath for you when I leave.”

           “Where are you—”

           “Give me his name, Priscilla.”

           The woman met (Y/N)’s gaze and her voice booked no room for any arguments this time. “It’s…it’s Lord Josiah.”

           “The one you’ve been providing maid services to for the last few weeks?”

           Priscilla nodded, fresh tears springing to her eyes. “I’ve been trying to avoid his advances but I wasn’t paying attention and he—and he—” she burst into tears once more and (Y/N) raised a hand to her own mouth clenching her jaw so tightly it began to hurt. “I should’ve listened to them!” She cried.

           After a moment she took a deep breath and rested her hands on Priscilla’s shoulders. “Go to my room and lock the door. Don’t open it unless it’s me or Anita, do you understand?” She nodded. “Come on, I’ll walk with you.” (Y/N) gently guided her towards the door and out of the backroom. They came across the stairs when a younger woman was coming down the stairs. “Anita, there you are.”

           She looked between them but didn’t say anything, an unspoken conversation that she simply nodded to. (Y/N) tipped her head to Priscilla. “Get her a bath ready. Hottest water you can get.” Anita helped Priscilla up the stairs and in an ungodly rage, (Y/N) headed for the doors of the tavern.

***

           She sat in the brush just outside the manor of Josiah Galbraith, silently watching the armed Regulars patrol the perimeter. So far, she’d counted two pairs of Redcoats go around, telling her that they were going clockwise and counter to keep anyone out. The first pair appeared from the opposite side and she waited until they got to the next corner to begin a mental timer. A minute and a half later, the second patrol appeared and as they reached the corner, she readied herself when a hand snapped on her shoulder and pulled her back.

           (Y/N) swallowed her own scream of fear, opting to spin around and immediately throw a curled fist to whoever had grabbed her. They let out a grunt as her hand collided with their jaw and they yanked her harder, toppling her off balance. She landed on the ground and before she could move again, they had her hands pinned to the ground.

           She started to struggle when they hissed, “(Y/N)! It’s me!”

           Focusing on their features with only the light of the moon, they soon became clear and she seethed, “Haytham, what the fuck are you doing here?!”

           He released her and pointed to the opening at the brush. “Keeping you from getting shot by a guard on the rooftop!”

           (Y/N)’s brows furrowed and looked out. Sure enough, a lone guard appeared from the backside of the mansion, a musket in his hands, occasionally looking around. She let out a breath she didn’t know she’d been holding.

           “If you’re going to get at Josiah, you need to manage to not get shot trying to get in.” Haytham advised. “Let me help you.”

           She turned on him. “I don’t need your help. Get out of here.”

           “You need my help, (Y/N). Josiah has more training than you realize. You won’t stand a chance against him.”

           (Y/N) cocked an eyebrow. “You know this how?”

           Haytham let out a sigh, steel eyes watching the patrolling pair pass. “He used to be a Templar before I got here.”

           It did little to soothe her rage, but she managed, “He’s not anymore?”

           He shook his head. “The Templars of the colonies before I arrived had him removed. There wasn’t any reason I could find.” He met her eyes. “I know this is something you have to do but let me help you.”

           (Y/N) stared him down for a minute then nodded, and before he could breathe a sigh of relief, she had a dagger to his neck. “If you do anything to compromise the minute trust, I am placing in you right now, I will slit your throat. Do you understand me?”

           Haytham’s response was solemn, but it was trustworthy. “I understand.”

           She pulled away. “You help me take him down, but I’m delivering the final blow.”

           “Understood as well.”

           They sat next to one another in the brush and she quietly explained, “There’s two patrols that go around the manor. When this one hits the opposite corner, it takes a minute and a half for the next couple to show up.”

           Haytham nodded, eyeing the guards passing by them then up to the top. “There’s only one up top, but he goes back and forth every thirty seconds.” He looked down the street. “I’ll see about climbing the walls to take him out. When I come over the side, then you can move forward.”

           (Y/N) didn’t necessarily like the idea of being told to wait, but he had a point and she nodded. “Hurry then, the next couple will appear in a minute.”

           He was off at that, occasionally glancing up at the rooftop to make sure he was undiscovered. She watched as he disappeared around the side and when the lone gunman appeared, so did Haytham. He covered the man’s mouth to prevent any sound, then he fell over the side. When he hit the ground, (Y/N) couldn’t help but wince at whatever bones he’d broken, but he didn’t get up, and that was the important thing.

           She sprinted to the door and tried the doorknob, but when it clicked, she grunted and pulled the lockpick from her jacket. Softly she twisted the pick until it stayed, then she jiggled the lock a few times. Almost there. She thought. C’mon, hurry it up. Just a little mo—

           “Hey! What do you think you’re doing!”

           The sudden shout from behind followed by the bayonet pressed up against her backside made her blood run cold and she sucked in a breath, quickly stowing the lockpick in her sleeve. (Y/N) raised her hands beside her head and slowly turned, coming face to face with the pair of redcoats.

           She smiled. “I was trying the door, but it was locked, so I was knocking.”

           One of the guards sneered. “That’s not what it looked like to me.”

           “And what did it look like?”

           “Like you were pickin’ the lock.”

           (Y/N) internally winced but kept a smile on her face. “Pfft, I would never break and enter. That’s illegal!” C’mon Haytham, where are you? She wiggled her fingers. “It just looked like I was picking the lock, but I promise I wasn’t.”

           “Well if you weren’t pickin’ the lock,” the other guard sneered, “then what are you doing here?”

           She met their gazes. “I’m the replacement for Priscilla.”

           “For whom?

           Her eyes narrowed and she explained, “Priscilla. The woman that you two probably laughed at when she stumbled from the front door with a torn dress, bruised and beaten.” Their faces fell at her words and she saw Haytham sneaking up behind them. “The woman that you’ll die for.” Before they could react to her promise, they went down, Haytham’s hands at the back of their necks.

           He stood straight and slung the excess blood from his hands before retracting the blades into his sleeves. He met her gaze and she said, “I don’t know where you and Shay got those, but I want some.”

           Haytham chuckled and nodded towards the door. “Break the lock while I hide the bodies in the brush. The second patrol will notice two dead bodies.” (Y/N) didn’t wait to be told twice, immediately spinning on her heel to pick the lock once more. It broke with a click and she pushed it open to slip inside, Haytham behind her.

           They stood in the entrance and she whispered, “Do you think there are more guards inside?”

           He shook his head. “It’s possible but not likely. He’s probably paying for perimeter check only.”

           She hummed. “Unfortunate for him.” He glanced at her. “But very fortunate for us.” (Y/N) nodded to the stairs. “His room is probably upstairs.”

           As they made their way to the staircase a door opened and a servant came out, freezing as they spotted the two. Haytham pulled his flintlock out and pointed it at him. “If you want to live, go back inside and stay quiet. You are not our target.”

           The servant blinked but turned right around and walked back into the room. (Y/N) couldn’t help but snort. “And you say I’m threatening to people.”

           Haytham stowed the pistol and climbed the staircase, keeping close to the wall. “You are. But I only threaten people when I need to get the point across.”

           The lock sounded from the door the servant had gone through and she quipped, “I guess he got the point.”

           He hummed. “I’ve heard Josiah is a bastard to his staff.” He glanced back at her. “From he did to your friend, that’s proven true. I doubt any of the servants will weep at his passing.”

           “Murder.” (Y/N) corrected, passing in front of him as they reached the top. “At his murder.” He said nothing, and with a quick glance down the hall, Haytham’s probability had proven true, there wasn’t a guard in sight.

           They crept down the hallway to the door at the end and took either side. She looked at him as she held the doorknob and he pulled out his flintlock and cocked it, nodding at her. (Y/N) took a deep breath and opened the door with as much silence as it would’ve allowed; Haytham went in first, her following and they were shocked to find Josiah waiting for them.

           He looked up from the foot of the bed, ignoring Haytham outright to stare at (Y/N). “I knew you were going to come,” he said. “I knew when she threatened me with your name you would.”

           “You know nothing of my name.” She hissed.

           A chuckle passed his lips. “I know more than you think.” His eyes drifted to Haytham. “You’re the new Grandmaster for the Order, aren’t you?”

           “I am.” Haytham responded, flintlock still poised and ready. “You’re lucky you left before I came, else I’d’ve killed you much earlier.”

           “I’ve no doubt.” He stood and held out two sabers. He tossed one to (Y/N) who caught it and then he unsheathed the blade and pointed it at her. “A duel, then.”

           She took a step forward, ignoring Haytham’s voice of complaint and pulled the sword from its scabbard. “You want to fight me.” Her eyes narrowed, yet she got in a defensive position. “Why?”

           Josiah raised his blade like a fencer, one hand behind his back. “Engaging in duels is honorable practice.”

           (Y/N) scowled. “There’s nothing you could ever do that would make you honorable again, you sick bastard.”

           “And yet, you still engage in a duel.”

           “So that I can cut your heart out of your chest!” She leaped forward and swung the sword at him with enough force that he grunted and faltered back. (Y/N) didn’t let up, strike after strike, she sent him, and with each blot of crimson appearing on his pristine white shirt, she knew her blows were landing.

           For some odd reason, he didn’t seem to be fighting back and while it was only a minor concern in her mind, it soon became a major one. She made the mistake of leaving herself open when he parried her blade, and she paid the price when his fist collided with her stomach, taking the air with it.

           (Y/N) gagged and felt the blade go slack in her grip but it was all the time he needed to yank the sword away and spin her around, one hand coming around to lock at her throat, the other pointing the sword at Haytham, who wore a stern look, but she could see the fear bleeding in his eyes.

           Josiah chuckled in her ear and it made her stomach churn. “Anger makes you predictable dear.” She struggled against him, but the hand at her throat tightened, cutting off her air and she gasped. “You think I didn’t know you were outside, learning the guard patterns?” (Y/N) reached for his hand and pulled, trying to gain air. “I let her leave alive because I knew you’d come after me.”

           “Why?” she gasped as best she could.

           “Why? Because you’ve been a thorn in the elite’s side for years.” He shifted the hand that held the sword and flipped open her jacket, pulling the dagger out. Josiah took a few steps back, taking her with him, and Haytham followed. He put the dagger against her side and hissed in her ear, “You stick your nose where it doesn’t belong and mess up plans left and right. All in the name of vigilantism. And what good has it gotten you? Dead.”

           (Y/N) met Haytham’s eyes and she nodded at him. She swallowed and muttered, “You’ll die before I do, you sick fuck.” Her elbow jerked backwards into his gut and he cried out in pain, letting her go. She reached out. “Haytham!”

           Her fingertips brushed the barrel of the flintlock, but she closed them around it, pulling the gun to her. She found the handle and spun on Josiah. With how close they were, there was no space to flee and she pulled the trigger, watching as he stumbled backwards to the wall, a circle of crimson blooming larger with each second.

           He slid down the wall and chuckled, but it dissolved into a cough. “My death—wins you nothing.” (Y/N) stared at him and grabbed the handle of her dagger, yanking it from where he’d embedded it in her waist. Besides a grunt, she made no sound of pain. “I might die—but my legacy will still—stand.”

           She wiped the blood of the dagger and sheathed it, remarking, “No it won’t.” He met her eyes, fuzzy and growing dark. “I’ll run every trace of your name into the fucking ground. When I’m done, there won’t be a soul alive who’ll remember you. And if they do,” (Y/N) knelt down and whispered, “It’ll be because your crimes will outweigh it all.” He sucked in a breath and with a final gurgle, he went still.

She stood and pulled her jacket around her, stealthily pressing onto her wound to keep pressure. “We’re done here.” She handed Haytham his flintlock. “We should leave before the other patrol comes.”

           Haytham grabbed her arm. “Are you alright?”

           (Y/N) met his gaze. “No.” Pulling from him she made her way to the door. “No, I’m not.”

***

           It was well past closing time when they got back to the tavern and (Y/N)’s wound felt like it was on fire, and she herself could barely stand on her own feet. Still, she pushed on, knowing she needed to at least see Priscilla and her family before she took care of it.

           Stepping inside, she was greeted by Priscilla’s screech of relief and a bear hug from the woman. “You’re okay!”

           (Y/N) weakly patted her arm. “Yeah…I’m good.”

           The girl stepped away and looked at her, eyes full of concern. “(Y/N), are you alright? You look ill.”

           Haytham appeared by her side and peered at her. “She’s right. You look like you’re going to pass out.”

           She shook her head and swallowed the sickness climbing her esophagus. “I’m fine. I’m just tired and need some rest.” She looked at Priscilla. “Since you and your family are here, take a guest room and get some sleep. We’ll talk about moving you tomorrow.”

           (Y/N) ignored their concerns as she made way to the stairs and she’d barely climbed two of them when she collapsed. Hands grasped her shoulders and while she wanted to struggle, she couldn’t find the energy to do so.

           She vaguely felt them turn her over and she groaned as her back hit the staircase. Shay and Haytham appeared in her vision, their faces contorted with apprehension. Haytham’s lips were moving but nothing was coming out that she could understand, and she felt cool air rise under her shirt, telling her that someone had opened her jacket. Haytham looked down and back at her, eyes wide.

           Someone’s hand touched the edge of her tunic and with a renewed burst of energy, she gripped their hand tightly and squeezed with all the strength she had left. “Don’t take—my clothes off.” She hissed.

           Haytham’s hand touched her cheek and with a slow intake of breath, her head lolled backwards, consciousness fading from her.

[marshmallow--3]

Marshmallow's Masterlist

[Under Construction]

Readers and Assassins can be read as any gender unless specified.

Fics

Desmond Miles

"On The Run" [NSFW]

Female!Reader x Desmond Miles

Edward Kenway

Evie Frye

"Making Love" [NSFW]

Female!Reader x Evie Frye

Ezio Auditore da Firenze

Jacob Frye

"Morning Sex" [NSFW]

Female!Reader x Jacob Frye

"Mirror" [NSFW]

Female!Reader x Jacob Frye

"Comfort" [Reader Discretion - murder]

Reader x Jacob Frye

"Who's a Good Girl?" [NSFW]

Female!Reader x Jacob Frye

"The Red Tie" [NSFW]

Male!Reader x Jacob Frye

"Submission" [NSFW]

Female!Reader x Jacob Frye

"Mothering Sunday" [SFW - vague sex mention at the very end] TW - marriage, motherhood, pregnancy, children

Female!Reader x Jacob Frye

Kassandra of Sparta

"Pancakes" [NSFW]

Female!Reader x Kassandra of Sparta

"Yassou" [SFW]

Female!Reader x Kassandra of Sparta

Ratonhnhaké:ton/Connor

"Connor's First Time" [NSFW]

Female!Reader x Ratonhnhaké:ton/Connor

"Konnorónhkhwa" [SFW] TW - mention of death

Reader x Ratonhnhaké:ton/Reader

"Words of Solace" [Reader Discretion - nudity] TW - mention of death, mourning

Female!Reader x Ratonhnhaké:ton/Connor

"A Lazy Afternoon" [NSFW]

Female!Reader x Ratonhnhaké:ton/Connor

"Camping Trip" [NSFW]

Female!Reader x Ratonhnhaké:ton/Connor

Shaun Hastings

Shay Cormac

"Shanties" [NSFW]

Female!Reader x Shay Cormac

"A Captain's Welcome" [NSFW]

Female!Reader x Shay Cormac

"Midnight on The Morrigan" [NSFW]

Female!Reader x Shay Cormac

"Afternoon Delight" [NSFW]

Female!Reader x Shay Cormac

Choose Your Assassin/Misc

"Oral" [NSFW]

Female!Reader x Assassin

"Home From Work" [NSFW]

Female!Reader x Male!Assassin

Headcanons

"Boyfriend or Oversized Cat?" [SFW]

(Features Jacob Frye, Ratonhnhaké:ton/Connor, Shay Cormac)

"Sex with Assassins" [NSFW]

(Features Jacob Frye, Ratonhnhaké:ton/Connor, Shay Cormac)

"Valentine's Day" [NSFW]

(Features Ezio Auditore)

"Valentine's Day" [Reader Discretion - sex mention]

(Features Jacob Frye, Ratonhnhaké:ton/Connor, Shay Cormac)

"Fluffy Moments" [Reader Discretion - nudity]

(Features Jacob Frye, Ratonhnhaké: ton/Connor, Shay Cormac)

"Jacob as a Father" [SFW] TW - children

(Features Jacob Frye)

"Pregnant" [SFW] TW - pregnancy, children

(Features Jacob Frye, Ratonhnhaké:ton/Connor, Shay Cormac)

"Date Night" [Reader Discretion - sex mention]

(Features Jacob Frye, Ezio Auditore, Desmond Miles, Edward Kenway, Kassandra of Sparta)

"Date Night" [NSFW]

(Features Ratonhnhaké:ton/Connor)

"Adult Musings" [NSFW]

(Features Jacob Frye, Ratonhnhaké:ton/Connor, Shay Cormac)

"Pregnant Sweetheart" [NSFW]

(Features Jacob Frye, Ratonhnhaké:ton/Connor)

"Underwear" [Reader Discretion - nudity and sex mention]

(Features Jacob Frye, Ratonhnhaké:ton/Connor, Shay Cormac)

"So What Do You Do For a Living?" [SFW]

(Features Kassandra of Sparta, Ezio Auditore, Edward Kenway, Ratonhnhaké:ton/Connor, Jacob Frye, Desmond Miles, Rebecca Crane, Shaun Hastings)

"Mothering Sunday" [SFW] TW - motherhood, children

(Features Evie Frye)

"How the Assassins React to Seeing You In Shorts for the First Time" [SFW]

(Features Ezio Auditore, Edward Kenway, Ratonhnhaké:ton/Connor, Desmond Miles, Shaun Hastings)

"Ratonhnhaké:ton's Birthday" [NSFW]

(Features Ratonhnhaké:ton/Connor)

"Cuddle Aesthetics" [NSFW] TW - mention of children

(Features Jacob Frye, Ratonhnhaké:ton/Connor, Shay Cormac)

Imagines

Edward Kenway

"Afterglow Banter" [Reader Discretion - sex mention]

Female!Reader x Edward Kenway

"Spilt Rum" [NSFW]

Reader x Edward Kenway

"Surprise" [NSFW]

Female!Reader x Edward Kenway

Haytham Kenway

"Exhibition Tendencies" [NSFW]

Female!Reader x Haytham Kenway

Jacob Frye

"Daughter of a Templar" [NSFW]

Female!Reader x Jacob Frye

"Happy Valentine's Day, Love" [NSFW]

Reader x Jacob Frye

"Fealty" [Reader Discretion - finger amputation] TW: depression

Reader x Jacob Frye

"Hotel Room" [NSFW]

Female!Reader x Older!Jacob Frye

"Phone Sex" [NSFW]

Female!Reader x Jacob Frye

"Gatecrash" [Reader Discretion - sex mention]

Female!Reader x Jacob Frye

"Good Morning" [NSFW]

Female!Reader x Jacob Frye

"Lewd Maid" [NSFW]

Female!Reader x Jacob Frye

"Welcome Home" [NSFW]

Reader x Jacob Frye

"Day at the Park" [SFW] TW: children, marriage

Female!Reader x Jacob Frye

"Slow and Sensual" [NSFW]

Reader x Jacob Frye

"Older Man" [NSFW]

Female!Reader x Jacob Frye

"First Date" [NSFW]

Reader x Jacob Frye

"Attagirl" [NSFW]

Female! Reader x Jacob Frye

"Home Alone" [NSFW]

Reader x Jacob Frye

"Anvil" [NSFW]

Female!Reader x Jacob Frye

"A Painful Goodbye" [Reader Discretion - injury]

No ship

"Home Sweet Home" [SFW] TW - marriage, children

Female!Reader x Jacob Frye

"Bad Weather" [SFW]

Reader x Jacob Frye

"I-Spy" [SFW] TW - children

No ship

"Squirt" [NSFW]

Female!Reader x Jacob Frye

"Relaxing Night" [Reader Discretion - making out]

Reader x Jacob Frye

"Tucking the Kids In" [SFW] TW - children

Female!Reader x Jacob Frye

"Waking Up" [SFW]

Reader x Jacob Frye

"Post-coital Cuddles" [NSFW]

Female!Reader x Older!Jacob Frye

Kassandra of Sparta

"Long Night of Passion" [NSFW]

Female!Reader x Kassandra of Sparta

Ratonhnhaké:ton/Connor

"I Heard You" [NSFW]

Female!Reader x Ratonhnhaké:ton/Connor

"Dirty Dreams" [NSFW]

Female!Reader x Ratonhnhaké:ton/Connor

"Sweet Dreams" [SFW]

Reader x Ratonhnhaké:ton/Connor

"Virgin Connor" [NSFW]

Female!Reader x Ratonhnhaké:ton/Connor

Shay Cormac

"Storm Sex" [NSFW]

Female!Reader x Shay Cormac

"A Walk by the Docks" [SFW]

Female!Reader x Shay Cormac

"Penguins" [SFW]

Female!Reader x Shay Cormac

"Shower Cuddles" [SFW]

Reader x Shay Cormac

Choose Your Assassin/Misc

"Storm Fluff" [Reader Discretion - nudity]

Reader x Male!Assassin

"Worship" [NSFW]

Reader x Assassin

"Winter Rain" [Reader Discretion - nudity]

Reader x Male!Assassin

"Childhood Sweethearts" [SFW]

Reader x Assassin

"Relationship Angst" [Reader Discretion - injury]

Reader x Assassin

"Polyamory" [Reader Discretion - sex mention]

Reader x Assassin x Assassin

"Ice Cubes & Blindfolds" [NSFW]

Reader x Assassin

"Eagle Vision" [SFW]

No ship

"Carnival" [SFW] TW - misogyny, catcalling

Female! Reader x Male!Assassin

"Housebound" [SFW]

Reader x Assassin

"Finished Chores" [Reader Discretion - sex mention]

Reader x Assassin

"Train Nap" [SFW]

Reader x Assassin

Conversations

Jacob Frye

"You Did This" [SFW] TW: pregnancy

Pregnant!Reader x Jacob Frye

"The Walls Are Thin, Dearie" [Reader Discretion - sex mention]

Reader x Jacob Frye

"Sparring Banter" [SFW]

Female!Reader x Jacob Frye

"Top Hat" [NSFW]

Reader x Jacob Frye

"Which One?" [NSFW]

Reader x Jacob Frye

Requests

These are ideas that I submitted to other writers. I want to make this perfectly clear that I am not the author of these and this is in no way me trying to claim credit. Full permission has been attained by each author.

Drabbles

Jacob Frye

Female!Reader x Jacob Frye [SFW] by @assassins-and-hidden-blades

Jacob, Reader and their child are at the park

Ratonhnhaké:ton/Connor

Female!Reader x Ratonhnhaké:ton/Connor [SFW] by @assassins-and-hidden-blades

Connor tries to babysit Reader's child

Headcanons

How the Assassins react to their child talking back [SFW] by @assassins-and-hidden-blades

(Features Alexios & Kassandra of Sparta, Bayek of Siwa, Altaïr Ibn-LaʼAhad, Ezio Auditor, Ratonhnhaké:ton/Connor, Edward Kenway, Arno Dorian, Jacob & Evie Frye)

"Papa, where do babies come from?" [SFW] by @assassins-and-hidden-blades

(Features Ezio Auditore, Ratonhnhaké:ton/Connor, Jacob Frye and Desmond Miles)

[winterwriter8845]

Writing Masterlist

Yes, it has returned. My masterlist for my writing, except I’m not going to change my bio anytime soon so I decided to add it in there.

Fandoms:

Assassin’s Creed

A Night in Istanbul (Yusuf Tazim)

After a Mission (Shay x reader)

Love and Death (Jacob Frye x OC)

“I’m So Sorry, Clara.” (Jacob x OC)

“So This is the Legendary Assassin Hunter.” (Shay Cormac X OC)

“You’re My Everything.” (Ezio Auditore X OC)

“We’ll get out of here, I promise.” (Desmond X OC)

The Escape (Desmond Miles X OC)

The Aggressive Flirt and the Idiot Gang Leader (Jacob Frye x OC)  (1)  (2)  (3)

The Shark (Edward Kenway x OC)

"You deserve to relax, so I'm giving you a message." (Shay Cormac)

"Shall we continue this in the bedroom, or in here?" (Shay Cormac (Smut))

Captain Edward Kenway's Fight (Edward Kenway)

When The Wolf Comes Out Tonight (Haytham Kenway)

Feeding (Vampire!Jacob Frye x Male!OC) (Part 1)

the Rescue (Jacob Frye x OC)

The Maid and the Assassin (Jacob Frye x OC) (Ongoing)

Marvel

Thunderstorms (Bucky Barnes)

Misc.

You Are Not Alone (Zero Kiryuu)

Original Works

“I’m Sorry For What’s About to Come.”

“Don’t Leave Me.” (**VERY TRIGGERING**)

Nonfiction Memoir

Red, the Werewolf Slayer, and Hansel and Gretel, the Witch Hunters

Proposal

In Love With My YouTube Hero (ongoing)

[gococogo]

✩Lil' Milestone Masterlist✩

As said in the title, this is just a small lil' masterlist for all the fics I wrote for said event. Just to make things easier in finding them since there were so many haha

✯Prompt 1: Destiel - "I've missed your touch/Just like me promised"

Word Count: 2.9K

Synopsis: Dean has been out on a hunt for over a month and hasn't called Cas at all. He's still getting use to this whole fucking an angel thing.

✯Prompt 2: SilverV - "You blush so beautifully"

Word Count: 1.3K

Synopsis: Johnny has come to a realization that he likes how the merc blushes more than he thought.

✯Prompt 3: Haytham Kenway/Male Reader - "I've missed your touch"

Word Count: 2.2K

Synopsis: You've been away for far too long and you come back realizing that Haytham wants you more than you realize.

✯Prompt 4: Shaytham - "If I asked you to stay, would you?/You said wouldn't fall in love with me. I lied"

Word Count: 2.4K

Synopsis: Shay is reckless in battle and always ends up finding himself in trouble. And so Haytham has to be the one to save him.

✯Prompt 5: Sambucky - "Another nightmare?/Can I kiss you?"

Word Count: 1.8K

Synopsis: Bucky wakes from a nightmare and Sam is there to help him through it.

✯Prompt 6: Crossroads Demon Dean/Male Reader - "Take it off/Are you afraid of me?"

Word Count: 3.7K

Synopsis: You finally bring yourself to summon a crossroads demon to strike a deal. But you quickly find out that this crossroads demon does things a lil differently to seal a deal.

✯Prompt 7: Shaytham - "Please."

Word Count: 2.3K

Synopsis: Haytham enjoys seeing the Captain of the Morrigan come undone

[darkdevasofdestruction]

MASTERLIST

Everything with *** is NSFW, the rest is SFW!

                                     VIDEO GAMES

GENSHIN IMPACT

Imagines

Honey, I’m Home! ~ Alhaitham x Liyue!Reader My Glaze Lily ~ Baizhu x Reader

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ASSASSINS CREED

Preferences/HCs

How you first meet Pocky Game Babysitting Fallen Angel!Au  OCs-First Kiss (Altair,Connor,Jacob) Bellydancing( +OCs+Yusuf) CHRISTMAS SPECIAL (+OCs) Cooking with the assassins When you get injured Artist!Fem!S/O - Ezio Auditore

One Shots

Altair Malik Ezio(songfic) Haytham Ezio Kadar Petruccio Jacob Frye (songfic) Connor Kenway x Angel!Reader Leonardo da Vinci Pranks! ~ various assassins Caress My Soul ~ Malik Al’Sayf x Katrina

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LEAGUE OF LEGENDS

Preferences How you meet-Boys How you meet-Girls Waking up to their fem!S/O for the first time - Yasuo, Kayn, Jinx, Sona First Date - Kayn, Yasuo, Varus, Vladimir, Nami

HCs

Relationship HCs - Twisted Fate, Garen Relationship HCs - Irelia Relationship HCs - Rakan, Vladimir Relationship HCs - Ezreal, Ekko Relationship HCs - Varus, Talon Relationship HCs - Jhin, Zed, Shen Relationship HCs - Draven Relationship HCs - Aatrox Relationship HCs - Azir Relationship HCs - Galio Relationship HCs - Yasuo, Darius Relationship HCs - Talon Relationship HCs - Taric Relationship HCs - Miss Fortune Relationship HCs - Neeko Shy!Reader First Kiss - Talon Romantic/Fluff - Shen What kind of S/O they’re looking for - Twisted Fate, Garen Short!Energetic!S/O - Kayn How he behaves in public with S/O - Kayn Fluff Alphabet ( J, K, L, N ) - Lee Sin, Jhin Fluff Alphabet ( B, D, I, J ) - Aatrox, Rhaast Fluff Alphabet ( D, R, A, V, E, N ) - Draven S/O with abuse scars - Draven General S/O HCs - Lucian Crush HCs - Academy Ekko, Academy Vladimir Platonic HCs - Maokai, Malphite Cuddling - Taliyah, Neeko Relationship HCs with a Rapunzel!S/O - Yasuo, Twisted Fate, Talon Yasuo confessing his love to S/O Ahri with an Asexual S/O Comfort HCs - Yasuo

One Shots

Kayn’s Fem!S/O trying to befriend Rhaast “Let’s push all of these stuff away. I wanna dance here right now with you” - Rakan “It’s weird. I never thought I could feel like this, but you showed up. Now, it’s like I don’t wanna go on knowing I might lose the feeling.” - Twisted Fate “It’s getting crowded. Here, hold my hand” - Kayn First encounter - Aatrox “Did you seriously injure yourself carving a pumpkin?” - Twisted Fate

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OVERWATCH

One Shots

Hanzo Shimada Hanzo Shimada

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TEKKEN 

Scenarios

When They Save You - Sergei, Kazuya, Kunimitsu, Xiaoyu

Imagines

Zayka Moya ~ Sergei Dragunov x Reader

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SALLY FACE

Headcanons

Sal with a clueless crush Larry as a husband and father Sal as a husband and a father

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ANGELS OF DEATH/SATSURIKU NO TENSHI

Headcanons

N.S.F.W. Alphabet ( K ) - Cathy Ward *** Mommy/Little Girl HCs - Cathy Ward ***

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DEATH MARK/SPIRIT HUNTER: NG

Headcanons

When You Get Hurt - Seiji, Akira, Ban When You Get The Death Mark - Yashiki, Mashita, Daimon, Shou S/O is snarky and sarcastic - Seiji, Akira, Ban Surprising them with breakfast in bed - Mashita, Yashiki How you start dating - Mashita Satoru When You Get Hurt - Mashita, Daimon, Yashiki Surprising Daimon with breakfast in bed Getting Daimon to rest after long days of overwork

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DANGANRONPA

One shots

Kazuichi Souda x feminine!male!reader

HCs

Shy S/O who gives them a flower - Nagito, Chiaki, Korekiyo, Kokichi SFW/NSFW Non-Despair AU!Mondo x Fem! Reader  *** SFW/NSFW Alphabet - Owada Mondo - C, O, W / E, H, K, O, R *** SFW Alphabet ( C, N )  - Shuichi Saihara SFW/NSFW HCs - Kazuichi Souda *** General dating HCs - Hajime Hinata Danganronpa 1 cast as Ice Cream flavours Danganronpa 1 cast as Disney songs

Aesthetics

Celestia Ludenberg Vampire

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DEAD BY DAYLIGHT/SLASHERS

Imagine

My Beloved Cherry Blossom ~ Yamaoka Kazan/The Oni x Fem!Reader Smile For Me, Sweetcheeks ~ Ghostface x Fem!Reader Brahms's Lullaby ~ Brahms Heelshire x Reader Can You Get Enough Of Me? - Michael Myers x Reader An Angel and A Demon ~ Pyramid Head x Reader

Headcanons

Killers reacting to their S/O getting used as a shield against his attacks ( part 1 -  The Trapper, The Oni, The Spirit, The Executioner  ) Killers reacting to their S/O getting used as a shield against his attacks ( part 2 -  The Shape, Ghostface, The Trickster, The Legion - Susie ) Killers Reaction to a Survivor making their way to their camp Pyramid Head showing his affection for a survivor S/O The Trickster taking a liking to a survivor S/O The Artist with a survivor S/O that helps repair her nest

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ACE ATTORNEY

Imagines

My Green Signal Samurai Girlfriend ~ Miles Edgeworth/Mitsurugi Reiji

Headcanons

Domestic HCs - Miles Edgeworth/Mitsurugi Reiji

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CORPSE PARTY

Headcanons

Morishige x S/O who protects him General N.S.F.W. Hcs - Seiko *** Comforting each other during Heavenly Host - Shinohara Seiko

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IB

Headcanons

General N.S.F.W. HCs - Garry ***

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YOUR TURN TO DIE/KIMI GA SHINE

One shots

“You don’t have to tell me anything” - Kai Satou “Can I kiss you” - Keiji Shinogi “You’re warm” - Keiji Shinogi “Take a deep breath” - Sou Hiyori “Cross my heart and hope to die” - Sou Hiyori “Take my jacket. It’s cold outside” - Sou Hiyori “Don’t cry” + “Go back to sleep” + “Sweet dreams” - Sou Hiyori “Can I kiss you?” - Alice Yabusame

Headcanons

Relationship HCs - Keiji Shinogi Relationship HCs - Alice Yabusame Relationship HCs - Sou Hiyori Fluff Alphabet (  T, V, R, P, K ) - Alice Yabusame, Keiji Shinogi Fluff Alphabet ( P, K, J, Y ) - Rio Ranger Fluff Alphabet ( C, J, P ) - Joe Tazuna Artist!S/O - Kai Satou, Sou Hiyori Fluff Alphabet ( J ) + N.S.F.W. Alphabet ( I, P, R, Y ) - Sou Hiyori *** Fluff Alphabet ( C ) - Sou Hiyori N.S.F.W. Alphabet ( K, O ) - Sou Hiyori *** Kissing HCs with a Shy S/O - Alice Yabusame Flirting HCs - Alice Yabusame, Kai Satou N.S.F.W. Alphabet ( K ) - Sue Miley *** Relationship HCs - Rio Ranger Mommy/Little Girl HCs - Sue Miley *** Male! S/O is nervous about exams - Sou Hiyori, Kai Satou Best friends to lovers - Sou Hiyori

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AGE OF MYTHOLOGY

Imagines

Beauty and the Beast ~ Ajax x Reader

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GOD OF WAR

Imagines

Please, Come Back... (Self indulgent fic where I write my grief away) Change Of Heart ~ Heimdall x Reader

Headcanons

Heimdall finding his soulmate Relationship HCs - Kratos

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FEAR AND HUNGER ( + TERMINA )

Headcanons

Being in a relationship with Enki Ankarian...

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                                  MOVIES / TV SERIES

Game Of Thrones/House Of The Dragon

One Shots

Ramsay Bolton Ramsay Bolton x Fem!Stark Reader Ramsay Bolton x Fem!Lannister Reader Robb Stark x Fem!Lannister Reader Ramsay Bolton x Fem!Targaryen!Reader She Hates Yellow ~ Sandor Clegane x Stark!Reader My Innocent Snowdrop ~ Oberyn Martell x Stark!Reader Moon’s Queen ~ Ramsay Bolton x Tyrell!Reader *** Mine, Always and Forever ~ Ramsay Bolton x Stark!Reader

Scenarios

Imagine Aemond... (Aemond is afraid My Lady will find him ugly) Imagine Aemond... (Aemond is frustrated with the court and My Lady spoils him) Imagine Aemond... (Aemond discovers you pampering Vhagar, the Matchmaker) Imagine Aemond... (My Lady is afraid of the concept of childbirth and pregnancy) Imagine Aemond... (Engaging in a romantic, literal Dance of Dragons in the air )

Imagine Daemon... (Being smitten over an adventurous Lady who flies Balerion)

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AMERICAN HORROR STORY

One Shots

James Patrick March motivating his S/O to study James Patrick March with an S/O who’s afraid of the dark Michael Langdon with an S/O who can’t fall asleep

Headcanons

Fluff Alphabet ( J, K, O, U ) - James Patrick March Fluff Alphabet ( B, C, G, I, J, K, O, P, Y ) - Jimmy Darling

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HARRY POTTER/ HOGWARTS MYSTERY/HOGWARTS LEGACY

One Shots

Draco with an S/O who loves hugs and affection Slytherin!Orion Amari (Hogwarts Mystery) x Slytherin!S/O Troublemakers ~ Aesop Sharp x Gaunt!Reader My Little Twinkling Star ~ Ominis Gaunt x Slytherin!Reader

Headcanons

Draco as a boyfriend

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ICHI THE KILLER

Imagine

Kitsune-hime ~ Kakihara Masao x Reader Headcanons

Kakihara gets revenge on Ichi for hurting you

--- JUSTICE LEAGUE / DC UNIVERSE 

Imagines

It Has Always Been You ~ Batman x Healing Powers!Reader

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CRIMINAL MINDS

Imagines

Sugar Plum Fairy - Spencer Reid x Reader

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HOUSE M.D.

Imagines

Primum Non Nocere ~ Gregory House x Katrina Black

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PEAKY BLINDERS

Imagine

The Chess Game ~ Tommy Shelby Sibling Protection Squad ~ Arthur Shelby Don’t Let Go ~ Alfie Solomons Queen of Masks ~ Alfie Solomons Angel of Birmingham ~ Alfie Solomons x Reader Letters Unsung ~ Arthur Shelby x Fiancee!Reader

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THE WALKING DEAD

Imagine

When the Wild Wind Blows ~ Negan Smith x Reader

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BBC SHERLOCK

Preferences

When it’s your birthday - Sherlock, John, Greg When you get kidnapped - Sherlock, Moriarty, Mycroft

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KINGDOM OF HEAVEN

Imagine

The White Rose of Jerusalem ~ King Baldwin IV x Reader

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LA CASA DE PAPEL

Headcanons

El Profesor cuddling his S/O Berlin with a petite!S/O

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LORD OF THE RINGS / THE HOBBIT

Headcanons

Thranduil with a short S/O Relationship HCs - Thranduil Relationship HCs - Thorin Relationship HCs - Aragorn

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STRANGER THINGS

One shots

Henderson!Reader x Robin Reader x Billy - Fluff "You look at me like I was the best thing of the world. I never felt so loved"  - Billy Hargrove “I’m so in love with you...And I can't stand the thought of losing you” - Billy Hargrove Just A Smile ~ Billy Hargrove x Reader

Headcanons

Fluff Alphabet ( J, K, X ) - Billy Hargrove Fluff Alphabet ( B, G, L, N, O ) - Billy Hargrove

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                     ANIME / MANGA / MANHWA 

BOKU NO HERO ACADEMIA

HCs

Shy and sweet S/O who loves hugs and flowers - Aizawa, Toshinori, Todoroki Fem!S/O helps Tokoyami relax after a rough time They meet Fem!S/O’s ex-boyfriend - Dabi, Tamaki, Chisaki, Tomura They meet Fem!S/O’s ex-boyfriend - Bakugou, Todoroki, Shinsou S/O dies in their arms - Dabi, Chisaki Fem!S/O with self-image issues - Aizawa, Todoroki, Kaminari Kissing/Affection - Iida Rising Hero!Kaminari’s sister!Fem!S/O - Aizawa General Course!S/O trains to go to Hero Course - Tokoyami Abuse scars!Insecure!S/O - Toshinori Abuse scars!Insecure!S/O - Aizawa Anxious!Trans!S/O - Bakugou Courting his S/O - Dabi Finding out he has a fanclub - Dabi Romantic HCs - Aizawa N.S.F.W. Alphabet ( F, H, I, J, K ) - Kaminari, Midoriya *** SFW + N.S.F.W HCs - Midnight *** N.S.F.W. Alphabet ( B, C ) - Tamaki, Kirishima *** Sero Petting A Cat He Didn’t Want At First BakuSquad In Jail ( crack ) N.S.F.W. general HCs - Sero Hanta (mostly soft) *** Sero trying to court a civilian S/O who is oblivious and clueless Wolf!S/O Quirk - Yaoyorozu Momo

Preferences

Pocky game -  Aizawa, Hizashi Being saved by their S/O - Dabi, Kirishima, Tsuyu, Chisaki Saving their S/O - Chisaki, Dabi, Tomura Healer!Fem!S/O is wronged - Chisaki, Aizawa, Shinsou Fem!S/O with Anxiety - Chrono, Dabi, Bakugou

One Shots

Kirishima having a crush on a girl with an Empath Quirk Chisaki’s Fem!S/O gets kidnapped Tamaki’s Fem!S/O falling asleep on him Toshinori’s S/O being being motherly to Izuku Dabi x Insecure!Fem!S/O Chisaki x Hacker!Fem!S/O Chisaki x Fem!S/O who needs comfort  Shinsou x Fem!Reader whose bff is Bakugou Sleeping in the same bed for the first time - Kirishima I’m Weak Too... ~ Bakugou x Reader Traditionally, I Love You ~ Bakugou Katsuki x Reader ***

Aesthetics

Yakuza Chisaki

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KUROSHITSUJI/BLACK BUTLER

One shots

Undertaker Pink Lotus Princess - Lau

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NARUTO

My OC - Kitsune Kasai Kitsune as a Genin Kitsune Kasai OC template

One shots

Kakuzu Kisame Itachi Kankuro My Clarity ~ Shikamaru x Kitsune Peace of Mind ~ Hatake Kakashi The Flower Princess ~ Kakuzu x Reader

Preferences

How You Met - Akatsuki How You Met - Ninjas You Become Friends - Akatsuki You Become Friends - Ninjas

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HETALIA

One shots

Germany 2P!Japan France/2P!France ( Different endings ) 

Headcanons

Cute jealousy ( not toxic!! ) HCs - America

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NOBLESSE

One shots

Karius/Karias Blerster

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DEATH NOTE

One Shots

Matt Jeevas

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BUNGOU STRAY DOGS

Imagines

The Idiot ~ Fyodor Dostoevsky

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JUJUTSU KAISEN

Imagines

A Thousand Year Love ~ Ryomen Sukuna x Kitsune!Reader Curse-Breaker ~ Ryomen Sukuna x Fem! Reader ***

Headcanons

Fluffy Domestic Relationship HCs ~ Nanami Kento

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GANGSTA

Imagines

Flowers - Nicolas Brown x Reader Soft Tunes, Warm Hugs - Worick Arcangelo x Reader Remember Me ~ Worick Arcangelo x Reader Headcanons Fluffy, slightly NSFW-ish HCs - Nicolas Brown *** Nicolas Brown reunited with childhood sweetheart S/O Nicolas Brown with a hard of hearing S/O

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INUYASHA

Imagines

Smoke and Mirrors ~ Sesshomaru x Reader

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HELLSING

Headcanons

Andersen realises he is in love Alucard realises he is in love N.S.F.W. HCs - Alucard ***

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NANATSU NO TAIZAI/SEVEN DEADLY SINS

Imagines

Your Protector ~ Gloxinia x Reader

--- BAKI THE GRAPPLER / BAKI

Imagines

I’m Your Little Butterfly ~ Hanayama Kaoru x Reader Always By Your Side ~ Jack Hanma x Reader

Headcanons

Being in a relationship with Yujiro Hanma N.S.F.W. HCs - Yujiro Hanma *** S.F.W & N.S.F.W. HCs - Baki Hanma *** S.F.W. & N.S.F.W. HCs - Hanayama Kaoru ***

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KENGAN ASHURA / OMEGA

Headcanons N.S.F.W. Alphabet - Okubo Naoya *** Raian instantly falls in love with a girl at the tournament Being in a relationship with Wakatsuki Takeshi... Being in a relationship with Yoroizuka Saw Paing... Being in a relationship with Kure Raian... Being in a relationship with Tokuno’o Tokumichi... Being in a relationship with Kano Agito... Being in a relationship with Gaolang Wongsawat... Being in a relationship with Gaoh Ryuki... Being in a relationship with Narushima Koga... Being in a relationship with Hatsumi Sen

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RECORD OF RAGNAROK / SHUUMATSU NO VALKYRIE

Imagines

Heart Sutra ~ Buddha x Goddess! Reader My Most Cherished Friend - Lu Bu Fengxian x Reader My Reason For Smiling ~ Sasaki Kojiro x Reader You Are My Sunshine - Jack the Ripper/Jack Smith x Reader Goddess of the Luo River ~ Qin Shi Huang x Reader

Headcanons

Relationship Headcanons - Thor

YU-GI-OH

One Shots

Ryou Bakura/Akefia x Reader/Ancestor 

Preferences

How you met - Atem, Seto, Ryou/Yami Bakura, Akefia S/O warming up their hands in winter - Seto, Yugi, Jounouchi

Headcanons

Halloween - Ryou Bakura Relationship HCs - Pharaoh Atem Courting HCs - Seto Courting HCs - Ryou  Cute date - Yugi N.S.F.W. Alphabet ( A, F, J, K ) - Atem, Yugi *** You save them with CPR - Priest Seto, Pharaoh Atem, Priestess Isis

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JOJO’S BIZARRE ADVENTURE

My JoJo Stand - Lilium

Imagines

New Kids - Kakyoin Noriaki x Fem!Reader  Heal Me - Kujo Jotaro x Fem!Reader Memories - Bruno Buccellati x Fem!Reader Reader is de-aged by Alessi - Kakyoin Noriaki Save Me From Myself - Leone Abbacchio  Milkshake - Ghiaccio Kiss on the forehead + Milkshake + Pull to the chest - Giorno Giovanna My Strength - Risotto Nero God’s Snowdrop - Dio Brando (Non Vampire AU) Rose Pink - Giorno Giovanna ( Snow White x Vento Aureo crossover ) Platinum Cherry Blossom - Kujo Jotaro ( Mulan x SDC + Vento Aureo ) - Part 1 Platinum Cherry Blossom - Kujo Jotaro ( Mulan x SDC + Ventro Aureo ) - Part 2 Kiss It Better - Gyro Zeppeli x Reader Heartbreak, Jailbreak - Narciso Anasui ( Non-Pucci AU ) Beauty and The Brando - Dio Brando (1/2) Beauty and The Brando - Dio Brando (2/2)

Preferences

When They Realise They Love You - Risotto, Bruno, Giorno, Abbacchio, Rohan, Kakyoin When They Meet Your Ex - Risotto, Bruno, Abbacchio, Jotaro When You Save Them - Risotto, Caesar, Abbacchio, Rohan

Headcanons

NSFW Alphabet - Joseph Joestar part 3 - S, T, A, R, K, O, M, V, Y *** Fem!Black!Punk!S/O x Leone Abbacchio  New Hairstyle - Fem!Black!Punk!S/O x Leone Abbacchio Bucci Gang with a Sweet, Affectionate S/O Josuke, Jotaro, Vampire!Dio with a Sweet, Affectionate S/O S/O starts to share similar habits - Kujo Jotaro, Dio Brando (Slight NSFW-ish) Dio standing up to his innocent S/O that gets taken advantage of *** Idol!S/O who gets their privacy invaded by a creep ~ Jotaro, Rohan, Narancia Gyro comforting a sad S/O

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                          DATING SIMS / PHONE GAMES

OBEY ME!

Headcanons

Mammon unrequited love (fluffy ending) Beelzebub x Reader who loves to cook Lucifer learning to play a game MC plays with Leviathan Where they take you on vacation - 7 Brothers + Diavolo FemDom reader - Lucifer, Mammon, Levi, Satan, Asmo *** FemDom reader - Beelzebub *** FemSub reader - Lucifer, Mammon, Levi, Satan, Asmo, Beelzebub *** N.S.F.W. Alphabet ( A, H, I, M ) - Lucifer  *** FemSub reader - Belphie *** Relationship HCs - Asmo, Lucifer N.S.F.W. Alphabet ( B, O, Y ) - Lucifer, Satan *** 7 Brothers reaction seeing Fairy!S/O ‘s scars from getting their wings ripped. Seeing Fairy!S/O’s scars from getting their wings ripped - Diavolo, Simeon, Barbatos Comfort HCs - Asmodeus SFW & N.S.F.W. HCs Shy!S/O - Lucifer, Satan *** Going clothes-shopping with S/O - Lucifer, Mammon N.S.F.W. Beel with a Male!S/O who begs, whimpers and dirty talks a lot *** S/O blowing Levi while he’s playing video games *** Reassurance HCs for a chubby, insecure S/O - Asmodeus, Leviathan When You Become A Fallen - 7 Brothers x Fallen!Seraph!Reader When You Become A Fallen - Diavolo x Fallen!Seraph!Reader Demon Brothers + Diavolo Doing Dance Workouts With S/O Favourite Pizza Toppings - 7 Brothers Alternate Zodiac Signs - 7 Brothers Calm and collected S/O slaps a demon & defends Mammon - Lucifer They find out you were abused - Lucifer, Mammon, Satan They take you to the beach when you’re sad - Lucifer, Mammon, Satan, Asmo God allows Seraphim!Reader to date a demon - Satan S/O is emotionally exhausted - Diavolo, Beelzebub, Belphegor N.S.F.W. hcs with a shy, submissive fem!S/O - Diavolo, Solomon *** SFW Alphabet ( F, H, J ) - Leviathan N.S.F.W. Alphabet ( F, H, J ) - Leviathan *** Getting Comforted about your poor sibling relationship - Mammon  How they react when S/O gets talked over and ignored by their friends - Mammon, Satan, Barbatos, Solomon Mammon gets comforted by S/O

Imagines

Satan cuddling cats x Reader Heaven’s Jewel - Diavolo x Seraph!Reader (Seraphine) Happy Birthday, Lucifer~! Eternal Love ~ Diavolo x Reader Spark, Ignite, Detonate, Explode ~ Mammon x Reader Guardian Angel ~ Lucifer x Reader Hold Me, I’m Soft ~ Mammon x Reader Take My Hand ~ Lucifer x Reader

SPECIAL!

Obey Me! Birthday Event! Obey Me! OC - Katrina Black Barbie/Disney Movies - Lucifer, Mammon, Satan, Beel (cursed post)

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MYSTIC  MESSENGER

Imagines

The CEO’s Little Kitten ~ Jumin Han x Reader Fluffy Kittens ~ Jumin Han x Katrina, Delilah <3 Elizabeth the 3rd  Fluffy Days ~ Jumin Han x Reader ( Ultra Fluff )

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Headcanons

General N.S.F.W. HCs - Seven ***

LEGEND OF THE PHOENIX

Imagines

Sheepless Sheep Girl ~ Yin Zhi x Reader Little Tinkerbell ~ Yin Zhi x Reader Your Saviour ~ Yin Zhen x Reader A Zhang Of Redness ~ Yin Zhen x Reader Hunting Trip ~ Fu Heng x Reader The Tigress of Wrath and the Golden Dragon ~ Yin Zhen x Reader My Little Physician Empress ~ Yin Zhen x Reader

Headcanons

They find out you want revenge on the Crown Prince - Fu Heng, Pan An, Yin Zhen General relationship HCs - Pan An

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Shall We Date?  Otome games

NINJA ASSASSIN

Imagines

My Neo Geisha ~ Kinshiro Toyama

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IKEMEN SENGOKU

Imagines

Fawn Princess ~ Tokugawa Ieyasu x Reader

Headcanons

S/O Overworks Herself ~ Mitsuhide, Nobunaga, Masamune

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                                            OTHERS

Long Stories Masterlist

Small disclaimer:

All these stories were originally posted on my AO3 account, AO3 ACCOUNT

All of them are Character x OC stories.

Pinky Promise - Cho Sangwoo Love Story ( Squid Game ) ~ Finished

Heaven's on Fire - Billy Hargrove Love Story (Stranger Things) ~ On Going

The Devil's Star - Kujo Jotaro Love Story (JoJo's Bizarre Adventure Part 3: Stardust Crusaders) ~ On Going

Ethereal Limerence - Sherlock Holmes (BBC Sherlock) ~ On Going

A Princess' Duty - Draco Malfoy (Harry Potter) ~ On Going 

The Yakuza and the Knight - Seiji Amanome (Spirit Hunter NG) ~ On Going

Purify Thy Soul - Mashita Satoru (Death Mark) ~ Finished

Ave Satanas, Ave Angelus - Michael Langdon (American Horror Story : Apocalypse) ~ On Going

Your Guardian Angel - Tokita Ohma Love Story ( Kengan Ashura ) ~ On Going

Deicide - Kratos Love Story ( God of War ) ~ On Going

The Kitsune's Spell - Diavolo (Obey me!) ~ On Going

Blood and Fire - Alucard (Hellsing) ~ On Going

Behind The Veil - Oda Nobunaga (Ikemen Sengoku) ~ On Going

The Story of Yi Min-Ji - Min U-Won (Rookie Historian Goo Hae-Ryung) ~ Finished

Demon Standards - Sebastian Michaelis (Kuroshitsuji) ~ On Going

Social Medias

Fake Instagrams - Hunger Games (Effie, Haymitch, Seneca, Foxface, Annie, Finnick) Fake Instagrams - BBC Sherlock (Sherlock, Moriarty, Irene, Molly, John) Whatsapp conversation - Bucky & S/O Fake Instagram post - Tony Stark & S/O Fake Snapchats - Charles Xavier & S/O

In Character Asks & Letters

Mail Jeevas ( Death Note ) Draco Malfoy ( Harry Potter ) Asmodeus ( Obey Me! ) John Watson ( BBC Sherlock )

FLUFFY SELF-CEMBER

Day 1 : Hand Holding - Uchiha Itachi Day 2 : Hugs - 2P!America/Allen Jones Day 3 : Kiss - Ezio Auditore Day 4 : Cuddles - Undertaker Day 5 : Caress - Malik Al’Sayf Day 6 : Comfort - 2P!Canada/James Williams Day 7 : Playing With Hair - Billy Hargrove Day 8 : Carrying/Holding - Kakuzu Day 9 : Flowers - Komaeda Nagito Day 10 : Date - Chisaki Kai Day 11 : I Love You - Dabi Day 12 : Fantasy/Video Game - Larry Johnson Day 13 : Pining - Sal Fisher Day 14 : Shy - Snake Day 15 : Passion - Jhin Day 16 : Wings - Hawks Day 17 : Fireworks - Gambit Day 18 : Whisper - Sherlock Holmes Day 19 : Jealous - Draco Malfoy Day 20 : Fingertips - Isaac ‘Zack’ Foster Day 21 : Dance - Kizami Yuuya Day 22 : Nicknames - Mitsuhide Akechi Day 23 : Confession - Satan Day 24 : Christmas Eve - Kaiba Seto Day 25 : Family - Aizawa Shouta Day 26 : Lap - Shigaraki Tomura Day 27 : Heartbeat - Shinogi Keiji Day 28 : Crush - Shinsou Hitoshi Day 29 : Gift - Tanaka Gundham Day 30 : Horse Riding - Philippe Duc d’Orléans Day 31 : Not Lonely Anymore - Obey Me! Brothers

           Me being an idiot and doing troll things

Obey Me (Un)periodically QuaranTEAne cursed post spill. - Barbies I look like Kakyoin Noriaki, but I can’t do the RERO no matter how much I try I killed Jotaro...Not really, but now...KONO DIO DA! La Squadra Esecuzioni-Trollioni-Mangiarioni