#i call it keeping up with the kenways

[xrenegadexangelx]

haybayek

"how did this come about. how did your brain put this together"

it's the diametric opposition & dramatic irony of 2 sophisticated gentlemen on entirely different sides of the law getting along phenomenally without knowing anything about each others' tragic/marred history with their families

it's connor & khemu sharing the same birth year. khemu would be connor's age if he were alive today. bayek got 7 years with his son before he lost him; meanwhile, haytham's son is not only alive & well, but he's also been walking around without a father for all of his 17 years of life. sure will be awkward when the truth all comes out!

there's so much more, but i have to stop myself somewhere. there's this, too. what's up with this, ubisoft?! you're only enabling me

[elfven-blog]

The Bunny Hunt

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I have a better idea”.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[teecupangel]

Assassin Creed characters in Love Island tv show??

I’m gonna be honest with you, nonny, I rarely watch reality tv shows. I think the reality show I actually watched more than three-ish episodes was the original The Mole.

Lucky for you, nonny, my older sister loves reality show so I have watched a few episodes of Love Island XD

This will be unorganized-ish though XD

For this one, we’ll set it up that people gets kicked off the same ‘pattern’ that their games are released. This does mean…

Altaïr would be the first to be kicked off the island. And then the audience would want him back after the island devolves into more chaos the more people gets booted off and shipped to. This has the whole “the series was better when he was there” kind of vibe. Outside of the island, he’s making a name for himself because he’s a scientist/professor and there are rumors he agreed to the whole thing just so he could get his name out there and find support for his actual research XD

Ezio is the main audience favorite. There’s a lot of unabashed female gaze shots. It seems the crew has a mandatory at least 1 female gaze Ezio shot each episode. The problem with Ezio is that he really has no ‘exclusive’ partner. Sometimes, his partner gets booted off and he’ll be shipped to the next one. There’s the possibility that the audience is deliberately kicking off his partners so he can stay single lollol

Ratonhnhaké:ton entered the island because he learned his father is in it. He’s there pretty much to sabotage his father by telling him that he was raised by his mother and that he only learned that Haytham is his father when he was like 16. They keep the Kenway father and son duo for the drama. And also… they like to sabotage each other’s dates.

Then Granddad Edward enters the fray after Haytham’s last ‘partner’ gets kicked off (she tried to seduce Ratonhnhaké:ton, gasp) and he’s really just there to flirt and drink. His very existence causes damage to Haytham’s ‘calm’ expression and Ratonhnhaké:ton thinks he’s strange but nice.

Desmond is there since the beginning and he sorta fades in the background most of the time. He’s the chill nice dude who acts more like a bartender than a contestant. Even after he was kicked off, he stayed on the island as the bartender and has a mini section called ‘Confessing to Desmond’. The dude applied because he had no other jobs.

Arno is nice and sweet and really, he should be an audience favorite. Should be. However, he talks about his ex a lot and that turns a lot of people off. Then the whole “wait, your ex is your foster sister???” thing came into light and weeeeeeelllll… no one was really surprised when he got kicked off. Shame though because…

Arno had so much chemistry with Jacob Frye. Really, such a shame. Then he started to ‘date’ Maxwell Roth and the audience is pretty sure Evie Frye came into the island to stop Jacob from getting in to deep because (1) she admits she has a boyfriend and (2) she came to tell Jacob that Arno got in touch with her. She was booted off the island for ‘outside tampering’, whatever that meant.

Bayek was placed into the island to add more ‘stability’ to the order left behind by the whole Evie ArnoJacob messenger Frye thing. It sorta worked? He has an ex-wife but they divorced amicable. Then his ex visited the island for a special episode and everyone just agrees that, yeah, no one is gonna top Aya.

Basim is charming and cute with a chip on his shoulder that makes him more engaging to watch. He is also chaos incarnate and really, the less said about the accidental burning of one of the huts, the better.

[peridot-tears]

Mind sharing some Ezio, Ziio, Shay and Edward Hcs?

Sofia and Claudia got along like sisters (idk I think this might actually be canon).

Ezio encouraged Flavia to be spirited and curious, and sees himself in her and the way she takes care of Marcello. If Ezio had lived to see her to adulthood, he would have been protective but let her choose her own husband.

Ezio wanted to keep his Assassin activities a secret from his children. After he died, Claudia took them in and trained them herself the way their Uncle Mario did for them.

Ziio and Oiá:ner's interactions became stilted after the birth of Ratohnhaké:ton. There was no doubt that the love was there, but Oiá:ner could not quite look at her the same again, and she had to busy herself with finding someone else to groom as successor. They were finally warming up to each other again just a year or so before Ziio died.

Oiá:ner put full trust into Ratohnhaké:ton and his decision-making going forward because she didn't want to drive a wedge between herself and her grandson the way she did with Ziio. And it was the hardest thing she ever had to do.

Modern-day Ziio would have been a leader in the stand-offs against the Canadian government and localities like the Kanehsatà:ke Resistance, which her voice actor Tiio Horn was actually in. My headcanon Ziio has a lot of Tiio Horn's traits, mostly because Tiio Horn's sass that I see in her social media comes through a lot in her voice acting for Ziio.

Ratohnhaké:ton's a BEAST at lacrosse. Man moves like WATER.

Shay died peacefully in a manner similar to Ezio's -- in a garden, watching his family.

Shay most definitely was the black sheep amongst the Templars -- not just because a traitor gets no trust from any side, but because he's Irish and many other Templars were Englishmen who were racist against him. Adéwalé called him Haytham's hunting dog, but the Templars thought the same of him.

Because of this, Shay was that high-achieving Templar the others resented, because they hated the idea of being outdone by someone they felt was lesser. They kept their distance from each other, and his friends in the Order were kept in a tight circle -- Jack Weeks, Gist, and Haytham.

That's also why Cudgel was so fiercely proud of his grandfather later on too -- despite the racism, he was more Templar than any of them.

Also, Lil Cudge seems to me like that kind of guy who in modern day would insist that the Irish were slaves. He seems to me like someone who's very loyal, but but blindly so, and someone who doesn't question tradition.

Edward wanted to raise Haytham as English as possible, but he'd occasionally slip up and curse in Welsh at times. Haytham would grow up with only vague memories of the Welsh part of his heritage.

Edward was a rambunctious lil youngster who didn't need any dogs to herd the sheep. The wolves were scared of HIM lol.

Edward's relationship with Jenny haunts my dreams. What happened in the years between her and Haytham's birth. The people need to know.

I wrote a whole other word vomit post expressing my guess that he didn't want her to get involved in the Assassin world because he wanted to protect his last memory of Caroline. He believed in being honest with your child, so she knew everything about his activities. But given that Caroline had already been disowned because of him and even now that he was a new money gentleman, he was a social pariah because of his pirate past, he wanted Jenny to live a noblewoman's life -- marry a man of good social standing and be a good wife. And although she protested, he always thought he knew what was best for her.

If Jenny knew about her brother's child and ever met him, she honestly would've adored him. Such a polite, well-loved young man. She would've been relieved that he was raised right by his mother's side, away from the Kenway drama. Thank God all he had in common with her side of the family was blood, but if she could have chosen to be blood with any remaining relative of hers, it would have been him.

[kiatheinsomniac]

Hello, your image of the assassin’s creed characters having nightmares of their s/o dying was really good. Can you do one where they have to wake their s/o up from a nightmare? With the same characters plus shay?

☾ ⋆ﾟ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 / 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒: I'm glad you enjoyed them!

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒: Altaïr, Ezio, Edward, Shay, Ratonhnhaké:ton | Connor, Arno, Jacob

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: none

｡･:*˚:✧｡altaïr ibn-la'ahad

♡ he's a light sleeper and so he's awake the moment you make a noise or jolt in your sleep from whatever you're seeing in your unconscious mind. He'll sort of perch up on his elbow and look over you for a while just to really make sure that you are having a nightmare - he doesn't want to wake you unnecessarily.

♡ once he realises that, yes, you are having a nightmare, that's when he'll gently shake your shoulder. He doesn't want to startle you so he might just smooth his hand over your hair and lightly shake your shoulder, calling out your name until you wake. He's there for you whether or not you want to talk about it and he'll suggest you both cuddle up and go back to sleep but if you really can't then the two of you will spend some time stargazing on the roof.

｡･:*˚:✧｡ezio auditore

♡ he's more of a heavy sleeper but luckily he cuddles in his sleep too so he'll feel if you jolt and you're close enough that your groans or noises will wake him. Unlike Altaïr, he won't wait around to double check if you're having a nightmare or not, he'll get right to waking you.

♡ he'll stroke your hair gently and call out to you, pressing little kisses to your temple and forehead as he tries to soothe you awake or at least try and make you feel relaxed enough to dissolve the nightmare. If you wake up from the nightmare, he'll cuddle you and quietly sing you back to sleep.

｡･:*˚:✧｡edward kenway

♡ he's a heavy sleeper (it comes with having to sleep on a ship so much) so he likely won't even know unless you start jolting/ kicking/ etc. Once he is awake, I think it'll take him a moment before he even manages to register what woke him up.

♡ he's quick to wake you and assure you that you're safe. He'll get up to get you something to drink. He'll hold you close and lay your head on his chest to try and calm you down but if that doesn't work, he'll wrap you up in his coat to keep you warm and take you onto the deck and watch the moonlight on the waves.

｡･:*˚:✧｡shay cormac

♡ I think he'd wake up not too long after you start moving around or making noise. He doesn't want you to suffer any longer than you already have so he'll shake you just enough to wake you quickly.

♡ when you wake, he's gently hushing you and holding you close, bundling you up in blankets while he assures you that it was just a nightmare. He's up for whatever you want to do: want to get up and have some tea? Done. Want to stay up and cuddle and talk it out? Done. Want to go back to sleep? Also done. Anything you need.

｡･:*˚:✧｡ratonhnhaké:ton | connor kenway

♡ I feel like Connor is a light sleeper until he's in his own bed. He could roll out of the whole bed and not even wake up as long as he's brought the blanket down with him lol. It might take you crying or screaming/ yelling in your sleep to wake him up.

♡ the moment he's awake, he's waking you up too. He'll wrap you in the blanket and hold you to his chest. He's big and warm and knows that those things make his hugs really comforting to you. He'll light the candle on the bedside so that it's not dark in the room and he'll gently wipe away your tears and kiss beneath your eyes. He'll rest his forehead against yours and get you to calm your breathing before he asks what you want to do next.

｡･:*˚:✧｡arno dorian

♡ neither a heavy nor a light sleeper. He likes to sleep with your head on his chest tho so he can feel you breathing and your heartbeat where you're pressed to his side. I think this would mean that he'd actually wake up pretty quickly if you're having a nightmare because you're so close to him.

♡ like Ezio, he'll try and soothe you so that the nightmare vanishes before he tries to wake you. He'd rather let you sleep and potentially forget all about the nightmare if he can. He'll press kisses to the top of your head and gently comb his fingers through your hair. If that doesn't work, he'll wake you by gently rocking you with the arm he has around your body while he calls your name. He's down for whatever you need to feel better afterwards.

｡･:*˚:✧｡jacob frye

♡ despite living on a train, I think Jacob is a light sleeper which is why he's always getting into to trouble because the rocking of the train will wake him and when he can't get back to sleep, he'll go out and give Evie a headache have some fun in the city. So, he's quick to wake if you're having a nightmare.

♡ He'll shake you and call out your name, telling you to wake up and that it's not real, you're having a bad dream and you're actually safe. When you wake, he'll calm you down and offer to make you tea. The two of you will end up curled up beside each other, sitting in bed with cups warming your hands while you either tell him about the nightmare or he's telling you about his latest adventure to distract you from it.

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[dazed-poltergeist]

hiii, call me 🍀 anon :D

can I get some relationship headcanons with Edward Kenway since the fandom is kinda lacking in those 👉👈 btw I love the pirate theme on your blog

Hhhhgysygddisdj dearest 🍀anon I feel the need to tell you that youre my first request and I feel honoured lol,, thank you for the compliment and for the request :DD

Idk if I did enough of them though ( TT0TT) you might be getting less than you asked for

__

How did the two of you even meet? Or fall in love? That is a mystery up to your imagination :) There are so many possible scenarios here and I won't tackle any of them

After you two get together, Edward becomes more mindful of the activities he drags you into, whether you're capable of handling yourself or not

For example, he doesn't visit taverns that frequently anymore and makes sure to stay out of fights as much as possible whenever the two of you end up going.

That also applies to sailing out at sea with him. Ofcourse he lets you come with him since you insisted, but with you he tries to stick to waters where the ships aren't as formidable as a frigate or a Man o' War: Mostly some schooners and brigs.

But!! That doesn't mean he will become a pacifist towards enemy ships whenever you're on board. Hint hint wink wink

One time though, he did go into more dangerous waters near Kingston for harpooning, he caught a hammerhead shark to impress you

I don't see Edward as big fan of PDA, but whenever he does anything like it, it's subtle, like little kisses on your face and wrapping an arm around you. He prefers to keep everything more than that behind closed doors and away from prying eyes.

Besides physical affection, he likes to spoil you with gifts sometimes, like beautiful clothing or accessories if you're interested in these, or some treasures he finds from shipwrecks and convoys, or perhaps other kinds of trinkets that you like or that remind him of you.

You end up making some new friends out of his own friend circle, "mi amigo es tu amigo" [my friend is your friend], if you may. James, Anne, and Adewale are who I have in mind mostly, they appreciate your company and the impact you have on Edward. Although they would make you nag Edward a bit on not pirating as much as before lol

[sangheilihoes]

I'm Sorry

Warnings: Rape, yandere!Haytham, obsession at first sight. Dead Dove. Do Not Eat.

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A/N: This one is dark guys so please heed the warning. Also I plan on having another ending to this, a sweeter one.

When you met him, he was charming, charismatic and handsome but for whatever reason, you felt creeped out. There were no red flags that you had noticed, it was more his aura, like he was dangerous and it made the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. He obviously was in a place of power, his attitude, how he dressed, the men around him and how they listened intently to whatever he was talking about, you may have even heard one of them refer to him as “Grandmaster”. What you failed to notice was his glances toward you and how he held his mug just a little bit tighter, his knuckles going white. You also failed to notice him following you out of the pub, keeping his distance while following you.

He contemplated not going through with his dark thoughts, dragging you into a secluded spot, ripping your clothes off, sliding his c-

He shook his head, trying desperately to rid himself of his depraved thoughts but he kept trailing behind you, now speeding up.

“Excuse me, miss?” A voice calls out to you, startled, you turned around to see the man from the pub again. “Yes, can I help you?” you ask, wary of him automatically, your hairs standing up again, this isn't right you think to yourself.

“I apologize for scaring you, it was not my intention.” He extends his hand out to you with a smile “The names Haytham Kenway.” You hesitantly put your hand out to shake his, he takes it, bringing it up to his face, giving the top a chaste kiss, you yank away, wrapping your arms around your torso, almost as if your trying to protect yourself.

“Y/N. What do you want?”

“I simply was going to escort you back to your place, if you wish, I witnessed some of the other men in the pub staring and I didn’t want any of them to follow you.” Haytham lies, he was the one staring and he’s the only one following you

“I appreciate the concern but I’m almost home, just another block or two away.”

“Please, I insist!”

“No!” You flatly tell him, turning around to walk away, quickly.

You didn’t get 5 steps away before you felt a hand go over your mouth, Haytham’s other hand grabbing your wrists with alarming strength, preventing you from fighting or screaming.

“You could have made this easier on yourself but no, you just needed to have an attitude toward someone who was just trying to help. But if you don’t struggle much, I’ll be nice and won’t hurt you, too much.”

You felt your feet lift off the ground as he picked you up, taking you away further away from your home, from safety.

“I will say, I like a feisty woman, makes me want you that much more.” You felt your heart sink, he wasn’t thinking of raping you, was he? You thought as the panic rose even more.

It suddenly got dark, too dark as Haytham stepped into an alleyway, the lights illuminating the summer night becoming more faded as he turned a corner to a dead end where two barrels sat.

“I am going to let you go, if you try to fight, I won’t hesitate to hurt you, darling but if you cooperate, I’ll be done and let you go, do we have a deal?” You nodded frantically

He released you from his grasp and you went for the barrels, trying to keep distance from Haytham. Even in the dark, you could see his once gray-blue eyes going dark as he looked you up and down.

“I want you to strip, and I’m not asking.”

“Haytham, Sir, please, I’m begging you, please please please don’t do this pl-”

“I. Said. Strip. Now!” He interrupted you, closing the space between you both a little bit

“No! I don’t want to, please.” The tears started flowing down your face

“Fine. Then I will.” He closed the space completely, pinning you against the barrels. His hand came up, a blade unsheathing from the wrist.

Taking your clothing in his other hand, the blade went through the fabric effortlessly, the cool air hitting your bare skin.

“Y/N, please, don’t cry, all I want is to feel you for a few minutes. You brought this upon yourself after all, the way you were dressed… tantalized me.”

Forcing you to sit on the barrel, he then cut your panties off and gripped your knees, spreading your legs open, your pussy exposed to him

“My god, you look delicious.” He dipped his head down, his tongue licking you making you jolt in your place. “Tasty..” He voice lowly whispers.

He started rustling with his breeches, his cock popping out, hard and dripping wet. Your eyes widened, “Nononononono no please I’m begging you please stop I can’t take that please don’t do this!” His only response was to look you in the eye and bring up a finger to his lips, a quiet “shh” coming out. Stroking himself, he lined up to your hole and slowly pushed in, stretching you open with his thick cock. You tried to cry out but a hand covered your mouth, tears streaming down your cheeks

“F-FUCK! You feel so good, so tight, wet, perfect. I want to ruin you for any other man, stretch your cunt to fit me and only me, my beautiful Y/N, such a whore, begging to be fucked, to be ruined, just look at you.”

You were full on sobbing at this point, you begged him to stop even with his hand over your mouth. You felt so stretched and full, you couldn’t help but feel pleasure. It was only your body but you felt betrayed. Why did your body like this? You still fruitlessly tried to fight back but Haytham was too strong, keeping you pinned, your back against the wall, sat on the barrels with your legs wide open. He leaned into you, nearly folding your body. His hot breath was now on your neck, his panting accompanied with curses and your name spilling out of his mouth.

“Maybe… maybe I’ll take you home, to keep you, to use you whenever I desire.” You shook your head, your fear spiking more than you thought possible. “Oh, don’t be scared, I won’t hurt you much, I think you’d be a perfect cock sleeve for me. And you’ll live a life of luxury, you should be honored.”

The mere thought of having you all to himself was almost too much, his cock started to throb as he got closer to his edge. His thrusts became more frantic, his panting turning into moans.

“I’m close, I’m so close. And you’re going to take my entire seed. I’m going to fill you, get you home and do this all over again until I can’t anymore. So perfect for me.”

You felt an orgasm quickly approaching, you tried to fight it but it was hopeless, despite your mind, you convulsed around him, your body shaking. He gave slow, hard, deep thrusts as his own climax hit him. Burying himself in you, he filled you to the brim with his load.

There was little relief as he finally pulled out, his cum leaking out of your pussy. “I was serious about taking you home.” Was all he said. You wanted to fight back, to run, to wash him off of you until your skin turned red but you knew that was hopeless, he had power and could find you easily and possibly kill you. All you could do now was pray and find a way to escape but not today.

[gococogo]

A New Day for a New Year | Shaytham New Years Special

Synopsis: Having been invited to party for New Years, Haytham drags Shay along. He wishes he was at home instead of here where there's no prying eyes. Watching him. Judging him. Not being able to hold onto the only person he adores at this party.

But little does Haytham know, everyone watches the fireworks. Watches their colours against the dark night. Everyone but Shay, who is only looking at him.

Word Count: 2.3K

Pairing: Shay Cormac/Haytham Kenway

Genre: Fluff/Angst/Assassin's Creed Rogue

Notes: I wish you all a happy new year! 2024 is here! Scary haha

The last time Shay Cormac was at Two Bends, he had assassinated Lawrence Washington.

Haytham would have known that already as far as Shay’s knowledge of him goes. Information around the Templars seems to travel quite quickly. He’s just glad that he doesn’t speak about it to Shay. The guilt of killing a sick and dying man still weighs him down some nights. Despite what Liam had said all that time ago, it hadn’t of help.

Twin Bends hasn’t changed a bit. Still the same old housing, same old dock and same old mansion and garden sitting up on the hill overlooking the bend. People bustle and laugh in the streets and on the dock, all here for the New Years party Haytham has dragged Shay along to. He was hesitant to come at first, but Haytham was persistent. He didn’t say it out loud, but it seemed like the Grandmaster didn’t want to attend alone.

The ship that brought them here wasn’t the Morrigan but instead a private vessel that the host of party had sent out. Mr Shaw -Shay has found out- is a supporter of the Templar cause. He isn’t apart of the Order, he only maintains a friendly relationship with Haytham so that he can stay above the rest. Stay in power and in kindness to that, Haytham receives information and money.

He’s the one hosting this New Years party and the same one that has invited Haytham along. In celebration for this upcoming year for the Order. But that celebration is only for Haytham and Mr. Shaw to know about. All Shay knows is that Mr. Shaw is an acquaintance. A very rich one.  

Haytham leads Shay into the manor’s garden, the Irishman keeping quiet and to himself. The Grandmaster doesn’t bother asking why the normally mouthy man is holding his tongue, he knows the memories these gardens must hold. He can only imagine though, the report on Lawrence’s death had told him everything he needed to know.

And something like that night, the garden is lit with soft orange lamps and flowers bloom on the bushes that line that fences. Everyone is dressed formally, even Haytham and Shay have changed from their usual attire to a couple of suits. Haytham still wears his cloak over his shoulders while Shay has just adopted for a simple black suit with red accents. His hair is done up nicely with a little red bow tie keeping it up. It’s cute but that is something Haytham would never say out loud.

A butler walks past with a tray full of voul-au-vents and with a delicate hand, Haytham picks off two. He holds one of to Shay, but the man’s attention is somewhere else entirely. The man doesn’t normally phase out like this but when he does, he gets caught in his own head very easily.

It takes Haytham twice calling his name to get the man’s attention, “Shay.”

“Hmm?” Shay hums as he looks to Haytham then down at the voul-au-vent being presented to him.

He takes the small pastry from Haytham with a small thanks. It’s gone within a single bite. His nose screws up the slightest but keeping to his good manners at the party, he swallows the voul-au-vent without a word. Haytham takes a bite of his own and silently agrees with Shay, the small pastries aren’t the best.

Haytham peers around the garden with a furrowed brow. Leviticus Shaw is nowhere to be seen. There are some men and women that Haytham recognises but other than that, everyone else are strangers.

“Do you think it’s best to socialize?” Shay asks suddenly.

He keeps his attention on Haytham instead of his surroundings. It seems to help him keep him from diving too deep into old, repressed memories.

Haytham hums to himself as he takes another look around before coming back to Shay with a short, “I think it would be. We should go for a wonder and find the host of this event.”

Shay nods, “Sounds like a plan.”

Despite them looking for Mr. Shaw, neither of them move quickly. They plod through the garden with conversation on their lips. Shay asks of Mr. Shaw, more curious than anything and Haytham is more willing to tell. At one point in their talk, Haytham snatches two glasses of champagne from a passing butler and hands one to Shay without a pause. At least the alcohol is better than the food Mr. Shaw is providing.  

-

“Mr. Kenway!”

Both men turn quick at the sudden shout. Shay looks Mr. Shaw up and down with a hostile sternness in his shoulders. The man is tall and stocky, his suit fitting him snuggly. Shay can almost smell the wealth coming from him and it makes him turn his head away slightly. But he keeps formal for Haytham’s sake.

The Grandmaster and Mr. Shaw shake hands firmly as they greet each other. Haytham looks small compared to Mr. Shaw, the other man as thick as a tree stump. Shay keeps quiet as the two catch up on their lives, then the stocky man’s bright blue eyes lock onto Shay. Like a blood hound looking at a hare.

“So, who is this handsome man you’ve yet to introduce me to, Haytham?” Leviticus asks with a devilish grin.

With a gesture of a hand, Haytham announces the Irishman formally, “This is Captain Cormac, one of my finest to the Order.”

Shay’s chest swells at the small praise from Haytham. He never would have received such words in the Creed.

“It’s nice to meet you, Shaw,” Shay says with a short nod of his head.

Mr. Shaw’s eyes slightly widen. “What accent is that? Can’t quite place it.”

“My parents were Irish,” Shay explains.

“Both immigrants?”

At this, Shay is a little hesitant before answering a short, “Yes.”

Within the second, Mr. Shaw’s demeaner changes towards Shay. It’s a subtle change, but Shay picks up on it straight away. It’s the slight curl in Shaw’s lip and the tilt of the chin upwards that tells him all he needs to know.

Shay wishes to leave. But he doesn’t wish to make a scene in front of everyone. Not while Haytham is right next to him. That’s the last thing the Grandmaster of the Templar Order needs. One of his subjects spewing a bunch of shit in front of someone he respects. Last thing Shay wants is to be muzzled like a dog.

Mr. Shaw turns his attention back to Haytham, his features instantly brightening again. He clasps his hands together in front of him as he asks, “How are you enjoying the night so far?”

“It’s good to be here, Leviticus,” Haytham answers back.

“Good. We have fireworks planned when the new year turns over. Will you still be around by then?” Shaw pushes.

“Of course.”

“Wonderful!” Shaw grins. “I’ll come find you later, I have other guests to find and greet,” Shaw explains, his eyes flittering to Shay for a split second.

“That’s alright. I’ll meet with you before I take my leave,” Haytham instructs.

“Good! I’ll see you then!” And with that and a small nod, Mr. Shaw is wondering off into another part of the garden.

In the distant, in the gazebo, a band picks up a soft tune that fills the night. A complete opposite of the blazing annoyance Shay has buzzing around inside his chest right now.

“Can I speak informally, sir?” Shay asks with a low voice so no one can hear but the man beside him.

Haytham looks to him with a single raised brow. “Not here,” he murmurs.

Shay exhales through his nose and calls a butler over instead. Within three seconds, Shay downs one glass of champagne before grabbing two more and passing one over to Haytham. Shay downs the second champagne without a second thought and gives the butler the empty glass. With a wordless look, the butler offers a third glass. This, Shay eyes before accepting and shooing the butler away.

Out of curiosity, Haytham says, “You may speak informally.”

Brown eyes blink at him. “He’s a prick,” is all Shay says.

Haytham bites his tongue to hold back a smile. “I’m sorry?”

“Is he British?” Shay asks. “Couldn’t tell because he doesn’t have an accent like yours.”

“Like mine?”

“Is he?” Shay pushes.

“Yes.”

“Explains a lot.”

At this, Haytham scoffs lightly at the sudden attitude Shay has developed. Shay sips at his champagne as he looks about the party, trying not to down this one glass. But he fails, his glass tipping up, up and up until it’s all gone. He places the empty glass on a passing butler, scaring the man a bit.

Haytham should be a little hurt being a British man himself. But in all honesty, he finds this amusing. He’s well aware of the conflict between Irish and British and he has never fancied himself to be a part of that. Too much effort to hate someone over their birthplace and birthright. Effort he could put towards the Order. But Shaw, Shaw seems to have some effort to use it.

“Don’t let Leviticus get under your skin, Shay. He’s a rich man that only wishes to be known and liked by everyone,” Haytham says as he gives a small pat to Shay’s shoulder.

This, the simple touch seems to calm Shay down a tad. Enough for his gaze to return to Haytham and enough for his shoulders to slouch a bit. At this moment, Haytham wishes that he could bring Shay closer to him. To hold the back of his head as Shay’s face rests in the nook of his neck. But there are eyes about. And so instead of this, Haytham gestures with his head to continue their walk in the garden.

“Let’s walk it off, Shay,” Haytham softly says.

The Irishman straightens himself up and follows Haytham with a newfound will of bliss. As they walk, Haytham slowly sips on his own drink. The two of them keep to themselves, not too particular in conversating with anyone else but themselves. The only company Haytham wants tonight is Shay. That is enough.

Tonight, almost never happened. Shay had business in Albany that he was set to sail out for. He had celebrated Christmas loudly with Gist and his mindset had quickly come back to the Order. So, skipping New Years was something he could put up with. But with Haytham’s stern invitation -the only reason he was stern is because he didn’t want Charles Lee joining him- Shay had come along.

Being so deep in the garden, -only a few people pass here and there- the first pop of a firework has both of them looking up to the night sky quick as anything. Red shimmers across the sky, then another pop and a bright blue joins. Haytham watches with a softness for a moment. For he finds his gaze turning to Shay.

Big brown eyes are lit up with the colours of the sky. A small smile is spread across his handsome features, something that is infectious. Feeling the gaze, Shay turns to meet Haytham, his smile widening.

For the second time tonight, Haytham wishes he could embrace Shay. Wishes he could hold him in his arms like so many other couples tonight. He wishes he wasn’t someone so high and respected so that he could reach out to Shay in a loving way. But instead, all Haytham gives is the slightest of smiles, a twitch of a lip, before he turns his attention back to the fireworks.

An ache comes to his heart. A jealousy that he cannot outwardly love like everyone else in this garden tonight. That everything he and Shay share can only be shown behind closed doors and shuttered windows. He isn’t watching the fireworks, his mind thinking of other things.

A faint touch comes to his lower back under his cape that brings Haytham out of thought very quickly. Shay pulls him closer and Haytham reacts with a hand pushing on the other man’s chest. His heart beats in his own chest like the popping of the fireworks overhead, but he can feel that Shay’s is steady as anything. A hand covers his on Shay’s chest and squeezes softly. Shay’s face is so close, he can smell the champagne on his breath.

“Everyone is watching the fireworks,” Shay whispers out with a sheepish grin.

Haytham looks around and the few people that are in this part of the garden, their eyes are up to the sky. No one is looking at them. No one cares for their surroundings. Yet still, a twisted paranoia gnaws at Haytham. What if someone is watching.

All worry is swept away as a small kiss is placed to his temple. He blinks at the touch, his eyes still on everyone. But no one shouts. No one gasps in horror at the act. No one utters a word but at the awe of the colours blooming in the sky.

With a little relief inside of his cold heart, Haytham looks to Shay who hasn’t taken his eyes off of him this entire time. He squeezes Haytham’s hand again, a wordless assurance.

Under the fireworks, for the new year that comes, the two share a kiss in the blooming garden. Haytham doesn’t care that all he can taste is champagne. He doesn’t care that Shay’s lips are a little dry from talking in the cold night all evening. He kisses him softly with a hand on the back of his neck before anyone can spot them. They hold onto each other while the short moment lasts. While no one is watching. No one will know. No one will see. Only they will know of this moment that they both will keep to their hearts for the year to come. For the next day will hold something special. And the coming year will be held with all kinds of surprises.

What a happy new years indeed.

[etherealsdreaming]

Assassins Staying With Her After A Nightmare 🧡

Altair Ibn La’Ahad

🧡 While on a mission in one of the cities you both decided to sleep for the night. That's when you started tossing and turning in your sleep. He woke up concerned when you started sobbing and calling out in fear. You had a nightmare. He gently shakes your shoulder and you wake startled. “You had a nightmare..” he said, after a moment, you sat up and looked away

“I’m sorry for waking you…” you said, as you wiped the tears from your eyes. You didn’t want to appear weak to him, you valued his opinion of you.

As if reading your mind, he wiped your tears away and told you, “I was… worried when you got captured by Garnier. Afraid and lost in my nightmares after hearing your screams as he tortured you…” As you looked at him but he looked away and you could catch the pain in his eyes. “Y/N… I admire that and despite it you didn’t let it dishearten you as an assassin. Many others even myself have let anger, fear and pain consume us making the worst version of ourselves…” You were surprised at his warm confession, none of the other assassins especially him showed such empathy. After a few moments of silence, he gently moved a strand of hair from your face, “Get some sleep…” Instead of moving back to his side of the room he laid down amongst the pillows next to you, hesitantly and unsure until you grabbed onto his robes in desperation. Did he pull you closer into his arms until you fell asleep.

Ezio Auditore

🧡 You didn’t want to bother him so you said nothing. Even though you both admitted your feelings you were too afraid to speak of your nightmares. But

nights later you stayed up to watch the stars when Ezio came out. Surprising you; he asked if it was the nightmares keeping you up.

 “How did you know?” You said, watching as he approached you,

 “Because I watch the stars when I have a nightmare too”

“But that doesn’t explain-“

“I also saw you having one not that long ago when you stayed a few nights because of your injuries,” You looked away guilty and embarrassed that he knows now. “Bella…it’s nothing to be ashamed of, it happens to the best of us in this kind of work. I had them quite often too.”

You turned around and your voice broke, “How can you be so calm and happy then?”

“I can’t. I lie and smile but… everyday I feel guilty and miss my family, questioning why I was the one who lived. But when I look at you…” he walks closer, taking your chin and tilting your head up to meet his eyes. “It’s you who gives me the strength to move forward.” somehow relief flooded you in knowing you aren’t alone. He then offers his hand for you to take, he leads you to his room and holds you as you both fall into a deep sleep.

Connor Kenway

🧡 It was in the middle of the night when he heard an ear-shattering scream coming from your room. He ran and forced the door open to see you sitting in bed, a sweating mess with tears staining down your face. He calmed down.

“I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to wake you”  you let out a sob, and he sat next to you, pulling you towards him until he found you calmed down.

“If you need to talk about it… I will always be here.”

After a few more sobs you spoke in a shattered voice, “I’m scared… Everyone was gone and I felt so alone.”

He nuzzled into your neck and softly replied, “I’ll never leave you again y/n I promise.” And soon fast asleep in his arms you were. Settling you back in bed you clung to him asking for him to stay. He hesitantly pulled the cover over him and held you in his arms.

Arno Dorian

🧡 For the past few days you’ve looked exhausted. You had a terrible mission a week ago and even though Arno wanted to know what happened, you never said anything; pretending to be okay. He had enough worries, stress and sorrows. All he knew was that every morning you weren’t in bed and even some nights when he awoke it was the same. Until one night ended differently. While having a nightmare, he came into the room through the rooftop garden after a late mission to find you sobbing. He gently woke you and removed his clothes to lay in bed, holding onto you desperately as you cried. When he asked if you were suffering from nightmares the last few nights, you nodded.

“you should have told me, cherie” he said, as you told him your friend died.

“I didn’t want to worry you”

he held you tighter, “we’re in this together, my love.” he kisses your head calming you until you fall fast asleep.

[demigoddessqueens]

assassins’ amoures

Fluff alphabet here for my favorite Assassins (and some Templars) to commemorate the 15th year and for Flufftober

Based off their names

E,Z,I,O

Ezio likes to be the equal one in a relationship, although in some more “spicy situations”, I can see him as a soft dom type. You bring out the better qualities of him, even light-hearted teasing aside. Keeping him focused and building him up keeps Ezio going. Even to the ends of the earth, he’ll do what he can to keep you safe and loved. When he’s in love, oh good luck to any trying to grab his attention. Thoughts are of you, with that blushed far off look, even Claudia and Leonardo are teasing him.

A,R,N,O

This boy?? This boi! This boyo is so in love he smiles non stop. Always day dreaming of you, reading pieces of poetry or romance literature that reminds him of you. Favorite nicknames are “my love, darling, heart/mon coeur” or personalized ones solely for you. He is every romantic cliche ever and then some! Adorkably a badass! When he’s not being an Assassin, he’s off in the gardens or taking strolls, and you’re always by his side. Arms linked.

S,H,A,Y 🚢 🌊

On the seas, Shay likes to sit out and spend time with you on the deck. On land, maybe a romantic walk at night. Given how this man left the Colonial Assassins and knew the Templars, there are most definitely secrets that can cause a rift but he claims to do so to protect you. That being said, he’s your hype man! Always guiding you and building you up, since he didn’t have a lot of that from someone he genuinely loves. When he’s away missing you, oh he’s an emotional wreck. Not showing it outwardly, but it’s a storm cloud inside him.

B,A,Y,E,K

Seeing you shoot off an arrow, the sun gleaming in your eyes and hair, you have never looked more ethereal than in this moment. Your strength and focus never fail to amaze Bayek. He sees you as his equal in all matters, though his kisses say otherwise. Passionate and all consuming of your being. Yet even such a focused man is keen to matters of the heart, and his calls for you when he finds the Order and is taken away for his work.

H,A,Y,T,M

A traditional man of sorts, Haytham likes to you spoil you in such ways. Fine clothes and some jewelry, along with long walks in town squares to show you off (in his own way). Being the significant other of the leader of Templars means you are privy to secrets, but Haytham has his reasons (at least he likes to think so). Aside from that, he adores your wit and humor and when away, likes to imagine the fun banter you two would have. He would absolutely be the type to want to marry you, falling into a peaceful domestic routine of sorts.

A,M,U,N,E,T (Aya)

Before and after becoming a Hidden One, Aya admired your presence. You were there for her through the worst of times and when she founded the Assassin’s with Bayek. Being her spouse, co-founder, fellow partner in crime means you have a leader of a wife who also enjoys a good time. She adores you, and you her, calling each other “my love” or “goddess”. Traveling together adds a sense of thrill and excitement in new places, although if you’re ever homesick, Aya/Amunet wants you to share that with her.

E,D,W,A,R

Life on the high seas can be rambunctious but Edward can count on your leadership. Sometimes. When you’re not getting into the crew’s shenanigans. Your fun-serious side, with a dash of ruthlessness, is one of the many becoming qualities he admires in you. When you’re not cracking jokes or death defying stunts/schemes, Kenway does have a softer side to him. Going out of his way to talk to you, or when you sees you off in a distance, daydreams how you’re buying his favorite rum for him as a gift or protecting him. Do you think of him as much as he does you? Or do you remember the time he covered you with a blanket one cold night?

J,A,C,O,B

You had been best friends with Jacob, but even the laughs and glances couldn’t fill the you-shaped hole in his heart. When you finally got together, there was never a shortage of admiration on his part about all that he admires about you, including your fun side. That being said, he’s a passionate man who is not shy about making it known how he feels about you, despite Evie’s teasing, and if a Rook tries to get chummy with you they find out real fast! Maybe laying it on a bit thick with the compliments but you know he’s genuine. He likes to scale the rooftops with you to get the best views, especially at sunset. If you ever have nightmares/panic attacks, Jacob knows what that feels like and he’s more than willing to help you through it.

C,O,N,R

Connor didn’t expect to fall in love after trying to rebuild, but you were a welcomed exception in his life. When he first started catching feelings, he thought it was subtle until your eyes met his and he turned away with a blush creeping on his cheeks. He may not be the most traditional romantic but once you realize what he’s doing, you’re touched by how sweet he is. Once you’re together, Connor’s little nicknames for you are along the lines of “love, dove” or maybe something floral. If you ever have nightmares/panic attacks, that soothing voice calms you down as he holds you close.

E,V,I

Unlike her twin, Evie likes to think she was refined and focused until she met you. Then her more carefree, free-spirited fluoridated when she spent more time with you. Jacob likes to tease that you’re a “bad influence”. She sees you as her equal in every way and comes to realize that even in the most trying times, she can let her walls down for you. She values you, in all ways a loving significant other can: your opinions, your ideas, your wants.

K,A,S,N,D,R

Kassandra is a woman who’s naturally curious and takes an interest your activities/hobbies, be it pottery or sword sparring. Her kisses are heated, gripping to you as if you’re her tether. She imagines a simple life with you at times, living out the rest of your years by the beach. If there’s anything you have set your sights on, your Amazonian love is in your corner 1000%. Romance is not her strongest suit, but you know she tries and that’s all that matters. I don’t know Ancient Greek dialect, but I’d imagine nicknames would be something like “sweetie” or “darling”.

A,L,E,X,I,O,S

Alexios did not expect to have a family again (Kassandra and his mother), let alone the heart of you. He respects and values you as his equal, and all that you do. He enjoys hunting, sailing and some sparring with you, and encourages you if you want to improve yourself. After settling down, your presence inspires him to be more at peace. He doesn’t have to be closed off or hesitant or the simplest actions. When he confessed, Alexios gripped tightly onto you, pouring every ounce of his soul into words. You gladly accept, and soon are pulled close to him in the tightest hug and sweetest kiss. After that, you could be doing the most mundane thing and Alexios looks at you as if you’re Queen of Olympus itself.

E,I,V,O,R

Eivor admires you, loves you, their beloved and equal in every way. An inspiration to fight to see tomorrow with you. Not “showy” with their emotions, or the most blatantly romantic, Eivor still has those moments where they want to be near you at every moment. Making sure you’re well fed, taken care of, or warm during the harsh winters. You’re a much valued and loved person in Eivor’s life, someone worth protecting amidst this dangerous lifestyle.

A,L,T,I,R

Though he won’t outright admit it, Altair admires your skill as a fellow assassin in training (mostly as an excuse to be near you). As long as Maria and Malik don’t rib him that the arrogant “novice” has finally been bested. If anything, it indirectly inspires him to do better/push himself to which you tease him relentlessly, but he’ll gladly take it since it’s you. When he finally confessed to you, the tense pause almost killed him (fearing you’d say no) only to return your hug ten fold in an iron grip. Cupping the back of your head. In the younger years, you two daredevils were always seeking out the highs of being an Assassin but mellow out with age. Still, that romance never dies with affectionate banter and nicknames, and gentle touches.

A,V,E,L,I,N

Aveline enjoys shopping with you or even taking (much needed) long walks with you. She sees you as her equal, and values your opinion, be it for both Assassin and other non-related matters. She’s faced betrayal and heartache but you’re an inspiration that there’s always a better tomorrow, no matter how small some victories may be. You confessed to her one night, and it was one of the happiest moments in Aveline’s life, the day you called her “my rose”. One of the loveliest, genuine aspects of her life, Aveline treasures her life with you.

[kinkandkreep]

Connor Kenway: Celebratory Birthday Headcanons- Part 1

A/N: AAAAAAAAHHHHHHH, I MISSED CON-CON MAN’S BIRTHDAAAAAYYYY. 😭 😭 Connor my love I am so sorry. I love Ratonhnhaké:ton sooooooo much, he was the protagonist that introduced me to the Assassin’s Creed series and frankly he’s the only character I really care about (outside of Kaniehti:io, love her, what a Queen). So, to celebrate what I believe is his 267th birthday that just passed on the 4th, we’re gonna be doin’ some relationship headcanons for him today! Yay! There will be several versions of these headcanons, a whopping 4 /just/ off the top of my head. I’ll be sure to label them and inform you all which is which as I go. That said, I hope you enjoy!

(Babeh I sat up here and called it the RED Willow Tree wit my whole chest. 🙃😂 It's the GREAT Willow, I am such a fake fan. 😭)

(But naaaaaw, wayment. I'm re-watchin' a playthrough of TOKW and Con-Con man also said RED Willow so I'ma stick wit dat. 😂)

Yandere TOKW!Connor Relationship Headcanons:

This au’s iteration of Yandere!Connor is slightly sadistic, possessive and monopolizing 

He wants you all to himself, all of the time 

And if he plays a little rough sometimes, well, that’s just par for the course of being with someone so strong and powerful and unstable 🙃

Yandere!TOKW!Connor has indeed become seduced by the power of the Apple, his lust aided by the Great Willow Tree’s influence 

For this particular set of headcanons, we’ll split it into two separate sections: Yandere!Connor with only the power of the Great Willow Tree and Yandere!Connor with the combined strength of the Apple and the GWT

Yan-Con with only the GWT’s Influence:

As Connor continues to embark on Sky Journeys, he begins to feel this strange sense of entitlement 

Even with Washington possessing the Apple, and subsequently heralding its power, it’s still safe to say that Connor is the strongest human (?) man at that point

And his strength and powers only become more prominent the further down the rabbit hole he travels

I imagine that Connor is eventually familiar enough with his abilities that he can manipulate several at once, switch between them rapidly and take decreased or even negligible damage from using them over time

Once he’s mastered that, he’s nigh-unstoppable and while influenced by the power of the tree, he’s more than willing to use that power to his advantage 

And yes, that means even on you 

But don’t get it twisted! 

GWT Yan-Con does love you

He loves you so, so much in fact, that he’s keeps you under his proverbial (and literal, with the power of the eagle) wing at all times 

You are forbidden from traveling anywhere without him and you definitely cannot join him on his Sky Journeys

Seriously, don’t even think about asking him unless you want him to fly (haha, eagle power 🤪) into an overprotective rage 

Using his wolf ability and the power of the eagle, Yan-Con likes to sneak up on you sometimes to scare you

He finds it increasingly amusing to see your eyes, even if only for a moment, widen in fear and surprise, then relax, but only slightly, once you realize it’s just him

He also uses his abilities to spy on you, to ensure you aren’t doing anything silly like, oh I dunno, trying to escape him

Not that you ever could, which is something you both are well aware of, but he just likes to know you’re being a good girl and behaving yourself 

Though you aren’t allowed to travel without him, RWT Yan-Con does like to take you out with him during his excursions on the Aquila 

If you get seasick/motion sick though…..sorry? 

Prior to defeating Washington however, he keeps you locked up tight, out of fear that you might be A.) found and B.) subsequently caught up in Washington’s madness

His temper, while already fairly short, is shortened even further, and his patience becomes increasingly thin

He tries not to expose you to either though, out of concern that you may grow to fear him more than you love him

I mean, he’s fine with you fearing him, you should, you’ve seen how powerful he is after all

But he wants you to love him above all else

And care for him, and dote on him, and rub him down when he’s had a long day spilling blood and keeping you safe 

In essence, he feels that you should adore him

Just the same as he adores you

Yan-Con with Apple and GWT influence:

Woo boi, do you have quite the task at hand sis 😃

That task being tolerating taking care of King!Connor, who wields both the power of the Apple and the Great Willow Tree

This iteration of Connor is all that other stuff I just mentioned, but like, taken up to an 11

That initial nagging sense of entitlement has morphed into full blown expectancy that you will love and obey and, again, dote on him

Funnily enough, because he now, for sure, is the strongest human (?) man and everyone knows his authority and power are absolute, he allows you to roam about freely

After all, no one in their right mind is going to even think about messing with the Queen 

He also is able to send his wolf pack to simultaneously trail and guard you but you don’t need to know that 🙃

Something that’s also quite interesting is that, because Connor has the power of the Great Willow Tree, and thus has already been well exposed to the allure of an otherworldly power, he is able to remain fairly lucid whilst wielding the Apple, and can actually use it’s power for the good of others and still send a message to all that he is supreme

While I can’t say that either of these iterations of Yan-Con would never hurt you intentionally, because, well, they would, but they wouldn’t ever do anything serious or leave any permanent scars

Scratches and love bites though, those are fair game

Speaking of scratches and love bites

What are these iterations of Yan-Con like in bed?

Boy am I glad you asked 😃

King!Yan-Con handles you in bed just like the wild animal he now is

I’m talkin’ the aforementioned scratches and love bites, lots of filthy dirty talk and rough hands manhandling you into all his favorite positions

Which include cowgirl (reverse and normal) and doggystyle 😁

The man also loves to eat you out

He could spend hours between your legs, just savoring the taste of you

He’s obsessed, let’s be totally honest here

In terms of size he’s about 8 inches lengthwise and about an inch and a half thick, slightly curved with 2-3 prominent veins 

His hands are surprisingly soft and well-kept, especially now since he’s a king and is duly pampered 

(He makes you bathe him, or at the least, bath with him btw)

He can also be loving and gentle

Every now and then 🙃

His newly acquired wild instincts just usually take control of him 

But when he is in the mood to love on you the right way, his voice and touches become softer, his words less scathing and built body doesn’t seem as imposing 

It’s nice, you have to admit, and because- regardless of how he decides to bed you- he always gives you mind blowing orgasms, you can’t decide which side of him you like more 🤔

[fortrivmph]

rules.

THIS IS AN INDEPENDENT / SELECTIVE ROLEPLAY BLOG FOR HAYTHAM KENWAY FROM THE ASSASSIN'S CREED SERIES.

GENERAL RULES.

i. there will be nsfw content on this blog, as well as gore and mentions of historically-accurate bigotry including racism and sexism. if you need something tagged, tell me. MINORS SHOULD NOT BE FOLLOWING OR INTERACTING WITH THIS BLOG. i am a grown adult, i am not comfortable with that.

➥ do not come here to be a freak about the templars. i am a historian with a focus in early christian history, i know enough about the templars and crusades to not tolerate modern white supremacist nonsense. trying to talk to me about the templars 'being right', historically or in the games, will earn you the cold shoulder at best. do not try your crusades 'defense' on me until you read fulcher. this is non-negotiable. sorry to the normal people reading this there have been horrors. ➥ do not say haytham should have been the protagonist of iii over connor. the way people talk about connor makes me insane. the point of iii was to provide an indigenous perspective on one part of the american revolution; haytham could not serve as a conduit to that. calling connor aggressive / bloodthirsty and haytham contrastingly charming / progressive will get you blocked.

ii. i prefer para over all other methods of roleplay, but if you want to use script, that’s fine. you do not need to format to roleplay with me. i use small text - tell me if you’re having trouble reading what i’m writing so I can bump the size back up for you.

iii. in-character drama is welcome in moderation; ooc drama is not. i do not reblog callout posts. if there is some extreme problem, you can come into my dms, but this is a privilege and if people start throwing petty drama my way i will revoke it. anon works the same way.

iv. i am always open to interacting with more than one of the same character, and ocs. i enjoy crossovers. that said, i more than likely won’t interact with kenway ocs. I WILL NOT INTERACT WITH PERSONAL BLOGS. PERSONAL BLOGS SHOULDN’T BE REBLOGGING MY THREADS - THAT WILL GET YOU BLOCKED.

v. i am not mutual-exclusive! i do not need to be following you for you to interact with me. it’s a way to keep my dash free of clutter, and threading with me is the best way to convince me to follow you!

vi. i work a full-time job and have a chronic hand condition, so sometimes my activity will plummet. i'm sorry if this causes frustration, it is also frustrating for me.

vii. the mun uses he / him pronouns; you can call me samuel!

viii. if you made it this far, thank you; please jump into my ask box whenever you need me, or tag/mention me in a post & we can get started. i promise i'm friendly, i love meeting new people and try to keep it chill!

IMPORTANT CHARACTER NOTES.

i. haytham has borderline personality disorder. i will neither tolerate it being used to excuse his actions, nor it being demonised as a condition. it is a part of how he operates, but not the cause for his violence or worldview.

ii. haytham was groomed by reginald birch. this also does not excuse his treatment of connor, but it does inform it, as it helped to influence his 'parenting' style. his choice to stay with the templars post-birch was his own.

[teecupangel]

Weird idea: Edward Kenway survives the attack, but he gets amnesia or smth and Haytham still ends up a Templar somehow. Idk where this would go honestly.

So, for this one, we’ll go for the idea that Edward Kenway got amnesia and wandered off maybe?

Or perhaps the mansion was burned down and people assumed he died.

What happened was that a thief who saw an ‘opening’ (that was left by the thugs) and entered the mansion. He saw Edward bleeding and the house was already burning so he left with Edward and nursed him to health.

When Edward finally woke up, he has no memories at all and the thief was at a loss because he saved Edward to ask him to help him out (aka: sorta kinda kidnap).

They try to return to the Kenway mansion but it’s just a husk of its formal self, the burnt remains still not being cleared at all.

They couldn’t ask anyone what happened and no one would believe them that Edward is the late Edward Kenway. Some even call them callous for trying to take the identity of the dead.

So Edward became a thief, trying to find his self in this… strange unknown world.

By the time Milo found him, it has been a decade or so already and… well… the reason why he found Edward was because he heard of a strange gang that had been taking over London.

The Jackdaws, they call themselves.

And the way they act could be considered more the style of the Brotherhood than anything else.

Milo recognizes him, of course. How could he not? He and Edward have been friends for so long.

Finally… Edward found a clue to his identity.

And talking to Milo, hearing his stories and talking to him made Edward… remember.

Not everything.

No.

But slowly… he was starting to remember who he was.

Then Milo died.

And he heard that the one who killed him was Haytham Kenway.

His own son.

He doesn’t remember Haytham but…

Adéwalé found him a week after Milo’s funeral.

Adéwalé was one of his closest friends. He treated Edward like he always did and they would talk about the memories that comes back to him about his life on the sea.

And…

That day…

He dreams of a child he held in his arms.

He dreams of Jenny.

So he asks Adéwalé what happened to her.

And found out that Adéwalé had tried to find her but he had been asked by the Brotherhood to support the creation of the Brotherhood in the colonies.

“They don’t need me anymore. I believe Achilles has enough support to do what must be done.” Adéwalé paused before he said, “If you want to find Jennifer then I will accompany you.”

And Edward says yes.

.

And that… is how we keep the timeline intact.

When will Edward find Jenny and would he be able to change the fate of the Colonial Brotherhood or would he end up in the colonies when Ratonhnhaké:ton was already born?

That’s up to you XD

[kiatheinsomniac]

hi kiaa!! i hope youre doing good and school is going good too :) dont overwork yourself pls girl 😩❤️

since requests are open i figured id come and request something!! how would the assassins (altair, ezio, connor, arno, and jacob) react to the reader being extremely sick? how would they take care of the reader? would they be scared of catching the sickness? etc etc. ❤️

☾ ⋆ ﾟ𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 / 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒: yeee, uni's been fine! i'm done until september now so all I really have to do is pray I've passed all my modules (looking at you, spanish and latin american culture and italian history) and do my summer reading for next year's modules <3 and i make sure to never overwork myself on my blog! i really like what i do here anyway so i can manage lots of writing hehe 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒: altaïr, ezio, connor, arno, jacob 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: very slight angst in Jacob's part

｡･:*˚:✧｡ altaïr ibn-la'ahad

♡ Altaïr takes a break from his work to look after you. When he knows you'll do alright on your own for a while, he'll go out to train for a few hours to stay in shape but that and cooking meals for you are the only times he'll be leaving your side.

♡ he'll do everything he can to keep your temperature normal whether it's tenderly wiping down your body with a cool, damp cloth while another is folded over your forehead or he's having to bundle you up with blankets while he spoon feeds you, he'll stay by your side to keep you company and will be reading books while you rest.

｡･:*˚:✧｡ezio auditore

♡ Ezio brings in whatever doctors he can find to look after you but he'll be hovering around in the meantime to make sure they're treating you well and being careful (he'll honestly treat you like you're made of glass).

♡ he'll stay by your side for as long as possible and even if he has to leave you in Claudia's or a doctor's care for the day, he's in the kitchen in the evening cooking meals that Maria taught him to make and then sitting on the edge of your bed to feed them to you while he asks how you've been and he tells you about his day.

｡･:*˚:✧｡ratonhnaké:ton | connor kenway

♡ Ratonhnhaké:ton will treat you himself for as much is in his ability to before he goes into town to call out a doctor to see you. He'll diligently follow any perscriptions that you're given and he'll put almost everything on hold to look after you. He grew up without a father, he lost his mother and his whole village - he's not going to lose you too.

♡ he'll make sure you get enough fresh air, enough water, enough to eat. He'll be making herbal concoctions for you to help you heal faster. He just wants to see you better again.

｡･:*˚:✧｡ arno dorian

♡ he calls in the best doctors he can right away. He doesn't want to leave your side and he'll take some time away from the brotherhood is he has to. He'll cook for you, light meals like soups or stews that are easier for you to eat in your current state.

♡ he'll read to you but he keeps his distance a little. He doesn't want the both of you to get sick because then he won't be able to look after you.

｡･:*˚:✧｡ jacob frye

♡ Jacob's never really been good at the caretaker role. Even when he was younger and Evie was ill, their father was the one to look after her while he was just left to his own devices. Jacob would always notice that he didn't receive the same level of emotional care from his father when he fell ill though.

♡ so, he calls in a doctor/nurse and follows all the instructions they give him to look after you. He doesn't care if he gets ill too, he'll cuddle with you and chat with you and he'll even sing quietly to you while cooling your forehead with a damp cloth or bundling you up in blankets. He'll basically care for you in every way he's advised and then in every way he noticed Evie got but he didn't from their father but he always wanted. He doesn't want you to feel the way he did.

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[starcrashx]

I have an Au ✨idea✨. You know what that means? Info dumping time!!!

So this Au is called Descendants of the Golden era. Fancy right?

It's way after Rey established the Jedi order. The Siths are more popular this time around because it was common knowledge that mainly the Jedi restrictions were the ones that led to the suffering that most of the universe. There isn't war between the two factions per say but they tend to clash from time to time. In this era crime literally doubled and the Jedi order had a hard time to help out when half of the galaxy doesn't trust them. However there are more force users than ever, most don't join either faction, some join the sith and a few to the jedi and a small percentage operates on their own.

Our main protagonist is Hero Morington Kenway. She is an 11 year old padawan (not so legally but the order will have to deal with it) who is a strange case. To top it all she is a psychopath. Yes. But other than not feeling much emotion and a habit of copying others behaviours and not knowing much social cues she is fine. She is the padawan of Mobius Marek the son of Starkiller. No one knows how old he is or what exactly he is doing but they let him anyway cuz he is OP as hell. He trained Hero under extreme circumstances and after that he said now it's your turn to make your own choices and left for milk.

Our other protagonist is Kor'iwa a nautolen who just got knighted. He became the glorified babysitter of Hero, and he puts up with her nonsense with a smile on his face. He is always calm and collected the total opposite of Hero actually. He is an extremely strong force user however his dueling skills are not so good. That's where Hero helps him out. Hero has an unusual condition. This allows her to channel the force inside her body and enchant her speed and strength. She can lift a building...not broken at all. But other than enchanting she can't do anything with the force. So they basically complete each other and with this new found alliance they try to help those who are in need, keeping as many rules unbroken as possible and trying not to make more of a mess than there already was.

⭐I will add new characters and a deeper character study too stay tuned⭐

[phoenixmaiden-gaming]

Assassin’s Creed IV: Black Flag part 38

I finally did it! I made it to the Observatory!! After so long, the next mission I went to was where Roberts took me to the Observatory and it was really amazing. I even stayed up way too late to finish it. I had to sneak around and take out the island’s guardians and I wanted to complete the optional objectives, and I did, but it took twice as long. Then once I finally made it, I was betrayed. Completely sucked. Anyway, below is what I did.

I went over to where the next mission was and it turned out to be where I was supposed to find the treasure from the map I had, it was called Long Bay. I had to keep an eye out for it. I met up with Roberts who was waiting for me. Kenway asked why he was the only one who could find the Observatory and Roberts said he had memories from a past life where he remembered this place.

Roberts then said that the path ahead was dangerous. The Natives of this land will put up a fight and asked if I would be willing to fight back. The objectives for this one was to not kill anyone, I had to incapacitate the guardians while unarmed. So the first thing I did was unequipped my swords so I was barehanded, I was determined to get it.

Right at the entrance there were a lot of bodies of previous trespassers hanging from the trees. I guess it was as a deterrent on going forward. Wow.

Moving on, there were several “zones” where I had to knock out the guardians and they were hiding in the bushes, so I had to be careful and use my Eagle Eye ability to see them. I moved slowly through the foliage to find them and used the sleep darts when I couldn’t move to the next hidden spot.

I eventually made it out of the jungle and to where the ocean ran into an outlet. This was where the map was indicating. It was here at Long Bay, coordinates 525, 253. 

The huts were to the left of where I had come out and it was right near the three palm trees. I got some money when I found it. I also found out that there was one more buried treasure I needed to get, but first I need to find the map.

I first synced with the Viewpoint, ignoring the hanging bodies from the rafters. 

I then moved on into a cave area. I didn’t get any pictures, but there were more guardians that I had to take out. And there were a lot more wandering around. I used a lot of sleep darts to take them out before going after them to knock them out.

I eventually made it to the end and there it was, the Observatory. It was a big black structure that looked so out of place and...kind of futuristic. 

I had to take out more guardians in this area and once I did, Roberts and his crew who were carrying the chest of blood vials got closer. Roberts said that to get inside, it just needed a drop of his blood.

Before moving to follow, I got the chests in the area and the very last Mayan Stone.

Once I had collected everything, I went up to the door which Roberts opened, the first time in almost 8 thousand years. Then Roberts took out his gun and killed his crew. Kenway pulled his own gun out and asked if he had gone mad. Roberts said that if they had gone inside, they would have gone mad seeing what was inside. Kenway however, was made of stronger stuff and should be alright. Okay....I guess that makes sense, but I had a bad feeling about this. Why not tell them to stay outside?

Roberts told Kenway to pick up the chest and to follow. So I did and followed him inside the observatory. It was all smooth walls, but crumbling and broken flooring. Roberts said it had been 80 Millenia since he had been here, although it really was the first time. Kenway couldn’t believe it, it was impossible.

We continued on and Roberts said he was really getting used to his new occupation as a Pirate Captain, he even came up with his own Creed. He said that there was no gambling to keep the peace, no desertion during battle and that everyone keep their guns and swords in tip top shape. Kenway thought they were reasonable until Roberts said that the punishment was death. That was excessive.

Kenway looked around and said that this place was like something out of a Fairy Tale or an old poem. Roberts agreed and said that there was stories about this place once and they eventually turned into rumors and then legends. Which in time faded away entirely.

Almost to the end, Kenway commented on the blood vials that where on the floor and Roberts said that they contain blood of an old race that were once great. But it couldn’t be used, maybe one day but not now.

We finally made it to the dais at the end of the steps where there was a flat circle pendent thing with a skull in the center. Kenway put down the chest and the ground started to shake. It turned out to be a security measure and Roberts turned it off by touching the skull.

Kenway asked what the thing was and Roberts said that it was like a spyglass that showed them great distances. He then put a blood vial into the eye of the skull and the structure started spinning. Kenway thought it was witchcraft.

It was the blood of Rackham and it started showing an image on the wall of Rackham’s view in that moment. He was watching the barmaid and Kidd talking about the bar maid going out to see and Kidd was telling her that she could do it, there were women out there that were Captain’s of their own ships.

The barmaid asked if he would teach her how to wield a sword and pistol. Kidd responded all that and more. She would have to work for it to make it. Rackham then spoke up saying to stop talking to his woman or he’ll cut him. He even called Kidd “Lad” and he said that Lad was the last thing he should call him. Which was true because Kidd was actually a woman.

Roberts then took out that vial and instead put in Roger’s blood and showed him talking to Torres. They were talking about how they were going to get the blood from the House of Commons. It had to be treated like a ceremony or they will fight against it.

Rogers continued saying that some of the Ministers will cause trouble but it should be easy to convince the rest. Torres said that they needed the blood sample so that they would be ready when they find the Observatory.

Roberts removed the skull from the device as Kenway said that this was sorcery. Roberts said that the device was very real, it was really old, but not supernatural or strange. 

Kenway said that they would be Masters of the Ocean with that and Roberts shoved him over the edge of the platform and into the water!!

Roberts said that there was nothing in his Code about Loyalty and that he had played his role in getting him here, but now their partnership was done. Kenway said he was a deadman, but Roberts just said he wasn’t getting out of here and he left leaving Kenway locked inside the Observatory.

I then had to find a way out by climbing the walls. I found an Animus fragment up there and it was the very last one. Nice. I eventually made it all the way up and found an opening that lead outside.

I jumped out and slid down an embankment a really long way and Kenway got injured. When I stopped, Kenway pulled out a sharp object and it started bleeding really bad. My health went all the way down and when I moved, blood would squirt out. My objection was to just survive. I tried looking for my ship but it wasn’t there. So I only had one option, to walk up to the beach where Roberts was and the rest of his crew.

I got close and Kenway shouted out to Roberts in anger. Roberts came over and said that the Jackdaw had left him behind. He could let him sail with him, but with Kenway’s temper, it would likely burn them.

But there was a Bounty on Kenway’s  head so he intends to collect. So he was going to turn Kenway in. He asked if he had been in a Jamaican Prison and Kenway passes out.

That was the end of the scene and the mission was now complete. (S10/M3 - Mission: The Observatory - Complete) Wow this was intense. I hope Kenway will be okay.

Interlude 4

The next scene was my main character waking up after coming out of the animus. But I wasn’t at my desk, I was in a locked room. Melanie showed up on the screen and she apologized for my being drugged and locked up, but with the security breaches, they had to take action.

She then said that Olivier was missing. He left for Chicago days ago and no one has seen him...I think Rebecca and Shaun’s people (if they have people) took him.

Melanie then said that she knows it was excessive, but with their high level security they had an obligation to their shareholders. She told me that I would be compensated when the hacker is found and to just get some rest.

Once she disappeared off the screen, the tech guy, John (I had to look up his name because I couldn’t remember) voice came from my tablet. He kind of laughed that I got tossed in here and said that the Templars weren’t taking any chances. Jerk.

He then said that we needed to erase all the dirt they might have on me, and he gave me a level 3 clearance. So I could get out of this bunker they put me in. He wanted me to go to the security room and use the cameras to watch the door to the server farm. But that was going to have to wait.

It was late and I had a lot to unpack. One, Kenway was now captured, his crew abandoned him, he has no one to help him out. And my main character was locked up and could be caught for hacking all the computers. I’ll have to see how I get out of both situations next time as I had to go to bed. I stayed up way too late and I had work in the morning. It sucks being an adult...Anyway. Until next time. Happy Gaming!