#rigging connor

[incomprehensible-phasmid]

Well, I couldn't do it with modding, so I did it with photoshop 🤷‍♀️

[teecupangel]

What if all of Desmond's ancestors find something similar to a phone and when they turn it on it instantly connects to Desmond's phone so they have this video call and there's confusion and scepticism on their side while Desmond is freaking out because this definitely did not happen in the animus

Clay is also in the phone because I won't get over his death-

It could be something inconspicuous like a mirror. Maybe a simple mirror that Altaïr saw in a marketplace while he was traveling with Maria and he bought it on a whim, could feel something about it that just attracted him so he was curious to know what it was.

Then Desmond’s phone starts vibrating while he’s in the Grand Temple, just looking around and stretching his legs and that’s weird, he was sure it was in silent mode. The others were busy setting up on the van so they could go to Manhattan to get the first power source so imagine his surprise when he just takes out his phone and it accepts the call immediately without him pressing anything.

Only to be greeted by Altaïr mirroring his surprised expression.

Oh shit.

His Bleed was getting worse.

Then Altaïr speaks to ask who he was and how was he appearing in his mirror and Desmond’s just like… what mirror?

Thankfully, Desmond got in touch with an Altaïr who was more receptible to his claims, although Desmond was already annoyed by the many ways Altaïr could say the phrase “prove it” and this was their 'first meeting'.

Altaïr become more like a call buddy that seemed to always call whenever Desmond is alone and away from the Animus. Altaïr explained that it was like he knew when to call Desmond and, any time he tried to force it, the mirror would just show his own reflection.

Then one day, Desmond gets another call while he’s on the call with Altaïr and it accepted it immediately, splitting his ‘videocall’ with Altaïr with a confused and startled Ezio.

They learned that Ezio has a similar mirror, might even be the actual same mirror as he received the mirror from a supposed descendant of Altaïr’s who visited Roma because there is a ‘prophecy’ about how the mirror must be given to the first man to be called Ezio Auditore.

A few days after Ezio started joining their videocalls (and sometimes, Desmond only gets one of them but they say they never get connected to one another, only Desmond), Desmond gets another call and he’s ready for this. He knows it was only a matter of time before Ratonhnhaké:ton joins the call.

Then the call is accepted and Desmond is surprised because…

“CLAY?!”

“Finally got thru to you, Seventeen! Goddamn, signal here in the Gray sucks as- … Is that Ezio and Altaïr? Why are you connecte-……… Oh. Oh. Seventeen… Desmond… I… might have fucked up.”

Unorganized Notes:

So turns out Clay trying to contact Desmond from the Gray caused Desmond’s ancestors to be able to contact Desmond. That was not intentional.

Ratonhnhaké:ton will also join the call. I was thinking he should get the mirror after he officially becomes the mentor, have an Italian Assassin who is a descendant of Ezio give it to him because of a prophecy that an Assassin named ‘Ratonhnhaké:ton’ must have the mirror.

Don’t know if we should include Edward. If we do, he gets the mirror after he becomes the mentor of the London Brotherhood and ‘settled down’. This does mean that the Ezio's descendant would give it to Edward and not Ratonhnhaké:ton. Ratonhnhaké:ton instead would get it from Jenny who found it in a secret compartment Edward had with the note that it should be given to his grandson.

The connection will definitely fuck the timeline though but it takes a while for Desmond to finally get them to believe his words. Of course, he thinks the only tragedy he can prevent is the death of Altaïr’s loved ones but Altaïr realized that he could use the information he gained from Desmond and the others to set up ‘plans’ to help Ezio and Ratonhnhaké:ton instead. He wasn’t sure if it would work so he didn’t tell anyone.

They only realized it worked when Ezio called Desmond and told him that his father and brothers are alive and he now has two completely different sets of memories.

Those who can contact Desmond are the only ones who can remember the previous past events that they had changed

[crow-talks-hockey]

i am. beginning to think my love for connor is rare on this site lmaooo. LEAVE MY HAUNTED BOY ALONE HE IS BURDENED WITH FIRST PICK AND STANLEY CUP EXPECTATIONS HE DESERVES A LITTLE JOY IN THIS WORLD

[accirax]

Disventure Camp All Stars Power Ranking (Round 16)

Ah, the sweet sixteenth. At this crucial final 5 vote-out, will I be able to rein my theories in, or will I just be horsing around? With this few players left in the game, it's harder to distinguish between yay and nay.

In case you haven't seen my previous power rankings, the Power Ranking Format is essentially a way of ranking how well each player is doing in the game. So, in essence, this is a long form way of predicting who I think will be eliminated from the competition in the next episode. There will be spoilers for last week's episode (obviously) and its power ranking, so make sure to read that first if you don't want to be spoiled on how I ranked our last boot. If you want more clarification on the rules, that first post will help you out as well. Furthermore, I'm going to be spoiling the preview for next episode, so if you want to go in TOTALLY blind, save this for later. Let's go!

Recap - Alec's Elimination

Current Score: 70 acquired/103 total

(Points versus @venus-is-thinking: 21 acquired/29 total)

"But, I really feel like it has to be Riya's time to go. If it isn't, well... I hope the rest of my list holds up well enough."

Given that Riya didn't get eliminated last week, I'm happy to report that I did put the correct boot in my second best spot. Makes me feel a little better, after my Gabby and Aiden blunders. What I'm not happy to report is that one of my favorite characters this season (and in Season 1) is now out of the game. That's quite saddening. But, I'm not too upset about it.

In the entire pre-merge portion of the game, I knew as I was watching Alec absolutely slay that he was going to have a downfall eventually. Now, I didn't know that said downfall would involve a romantic entanglement with Riya and getting idoled out, but I also didn't know that he'd be able to repair and reflect more on his relationship with Connor, so, pros and cons! Or, rather, cons and pros. And he gets to be in the Loser's Motel episode with Fiore now, hehehe >:)c

While I wish he could have had a nicer exit for his sake, I understand that villains need to be "punished" in shows like these-- and, y'know, at least he wasn't blown up and exploded at age 6 with no support! (/j) Plus, he did get some closure in the form of coming to terms with why his relationships were failing, and having hope for moving on in the future. It was kinda bs that he lost that puzzle challenge because he needed to not be immune for plot reasons in this episode, though. The Alec I know could have smashed a twelve piece jigsaw in seconds. (/j)

Trailer Analysis

Trevor and Emily are back at it again. Are the interns also not allowed to use their phones, or is that just the campers? Just looking out for Trevor's future employment potential, especially in light of Kristal potentially quitting as host.

I guess Riya is worried about appearing in front of a camera now? Perhaps Connor proving how pathetic she had become might have had a more profound impact on her than I might have assessed.

Ooooooh, are we doing letters from home? That would be so interesting. It could also factor into Riya looking nervous in front of the camera-- if the message from her family isn't so supportive of her actions. ...It's a good thing Alec went home before this episode, if true.

The women's alliance is real after all! It wasn't just a myth created and spread by me!!!!

horse

While I absolutely feel for the riggers in this situation... good lord these horse rigs are rough. Their legs just do not move as much/in the right way as they should. I wish the animators retroactive luck in animating this challenge. Also, Riya is the only one who seems to really be struggling with the horses in the preview.

Grett's entering her challenge beast era.

Who the fuck is throwing sticks at Jake? Is it Ally, or is it part of the challenge?

"Final three, let's go~!"

See, told you the women's alliance is real. This is definitely from the same scene we saw earlier of Grett, Riya, and Ally standing around. The real question is just whether or not this will remain as the plan for even this episode anymore.

Power Ranking

#1: Ally

Look, I know I keep putting Ally way above where Venus has her, but... well, it's worked out for me so far, hasn't it? At this point, my vibe check honestly says that Ally is more likely to be a finalist than not (and not just because everyone theoretically has a 60% chance of finalist at this point), even if I can't pinpoint exactly how she's going to get there. I'm sure part of the reason why is because Seasons 1 and 2 treated the Final 4 very differently-- Season 2 had a vote-out with idols fully permitted, while Season 1 had half of their competitors have immunity and choose between the two losers. But, I digress. This is about the Final 5.

The main reason why I think Ally will survive is because she has Grett's favor. I think that Grett will be looking to protect Ally this episode, even if the favor doesn't work the other way. Jake may very obviously want to gun for Ally, but Grett knows that she (and Ally) are the swing votes. Grett will want to take out Riya instead, and if Jake and Connor refuse to comply, she can always eliminate whichever one of them may not have immunity alongside Riya. And, if Grett chooses to work with Riya/the women's alliance in the first place, then Ally is totally fine, too!

The only way I see Ally going home is if Grett decides to abandon her, which I don't think is going to happen. As I see it, Grett currently views Ally as a pawn, and while that may cause Ally to rebel in the future, Grett doesn't seem too concerned by that at the moment.

To be clear, I really hate putting anyone anywhere near the top, because I do think that everyone has a genuinely good reason to be eliminated at this point. It's easy for that to be the case when there are so few competitors left. However, I think Ally has the least reason to go home at this point, so I feel most comfortable with her in the #1 position.

#2: Jake

Not going to lie, pretty much every reason why I don't think Jake is going home this episode is a meta one. If Grett and Ally decided to ride the women's alliance to the end, and if Jake doesn't have immunity, there is a high likelihood he could just die. They voted for him last time. Why not do it again?

That being said, there are a lot of meta reasons why Jake would stay in the game.

Under the assumption that the writers would plan for a mix of Season 1 and Season 2 characters in the finale, and for at least one man to make the finale (as they've already had an all-women Final 3), if Jake goes home, Grett has to be in the finale as the only other Season 1 remaining, and Connor has to be in the finale as the only other man remaining. It's a lot simpler if Jake just makes the finale.

On top of that, Jake's character arc just seems like it's been leaning winner as well. I won't explain all the reasons why, because that would take a long time, and I've been mentioning it in my Power Rankings and initial thoughts for a while now.

While their relationship does have nuance, overall, I think we're supposed to root for Jake and against Ally in their rivalry. Thus, I don't think that they'd want to let Ally actually eliminate Jake. He's a fan favorite, while Ally seems to draw in new haters with each episode.

Jake was already eliminated at Final 5 after being saved by an idol at Final 6 once before. I doubt they'd want him to get eliminated in the exact same way again.

There might be even more, but I'm not thinking of them right now. At any rate, all of those meta elements combined gives Jake enough power to survive being put at a lower placement for this round, at least. Whatever happens in this challenge, I think they'll find some way to save him, whether it's giving Jake immunity, Grett deciding to work with Connor and Jake, the girls deciding to target Connor this time, or whatever else. Still, though. It's scary having him this high.

#3: Connor

Once again, a character conveniently lands in the middle of the ranking because I think they have good reasons to stay or go. Or, at least, I think that's happened before? Possibly even with Connor. Kinda scary that that point is third place, though.

So, why would it make sense for Connor to stay in the competition? Well, like I said with Jake, I think that there'll be at least one man in the finale, so if Connor goes home, it would make it "pretty obvious" that Jake is locked in for the finals. He also still hasn't yet outplaced Riya in this season (or at all), which is something I've been predicting will happen for a while. I also think that Connor would make a very sensible last place finalist, as someone who we can root for but understandably get rid of (because he's already rich) in going from Final 3 to Final 2, opening the stage for a more dramatic showdown between Final 2 rivals. Uh, to be clear, at this point, I'm expecting a Jake/Ally/Connor Final 3 with placements in that order. I didn't really set out to put the three of them in the top 3 positions of this week, but, I guess my internal biases got the best of me?

Screw all that, though-- why would it then make sense for Connor to be the one going home? Well, even though he hasn't been there to see Riya voted out, the end of last episode and this trailer have made it pretty clear that he's already had a moral victory against Riya. Honestly, that might sting for Riya even more-- even though Connor didn't even outplace her, he still seems more content than she is. Why?! Eliminating Connor here could also create a very dramatic do-or-die scenario for Jake at the Final 4. If Jake then wins immunity to secure his spot in the Final 4, it could also lead to some intriguing drama at the Final 4 tribal. I'd love to see Riya going out in that fashion: voting out Connor actually leads to her downfall, as it exposes that her social game wasn't strong enough to save her at the eleventh hour.

Also, if Connor and Alec still need a final conversation at the Loser's Motel, Connor would need to be... well, in the Loser's Motel. To be honest, though, I could actually see the fact that Alec and Connor hugged it out already as being a good sign for the fact that Connor doesn't need to be in the Loser's Motel episode. For that reason and the ones listed above, I think Connor is decently safe... but even decently safe will land you in spot #3.

#4: Grett

After Ally started to sneakily pick up what Grett was discreetly attempting to put down last episode, Grett's life in this game definitely started to flash before my eyes. At this point, it seems to me like Grett is being set up for a pre-finale downfall. However, I think we might still need a little bit more time for Grett's threat level to rise enough for her to truly feel like a final boss archetype.

To quickly explain what I mean by that, modern Survivor (at least) has very frequently edited the show in a way that makes the Final 4 or 5 boot into a final boss that the true winner of the season has to defeat before rightfully claiming their crown in the finale. This is because, a lot of the time, the best strategic players of the season make it really deep into the game, but are such obvious threats to win that the rest of the players scramble to take them out before it's too late. If you've seen Survivor 42, 43, or 44, some names might jump to mind. I don't know if the ONC writers might have been trying to specifically emulate that phenomenon with Grett or if it's just something that could occur naturally, but either way, I think she may receive that treatment.

Part of it is just that I think she's decently likely to win immunity this episode. We've heard that Grett enjoys working out and being athletic in these past few episodes, and she seemed to be kicking ass on that horse. She also has a rich(?) background, so she might have more inherent knowledge of horses than some of the other competitors.

There's more I could specifically say about what I think might happen in these last few episodes involving Grett, but I'll save that for #5. But, if I'm so convinced that Grett will be safe this episode, why put her at #4?

Well, truthfully, I'm not. First of all, I said the final boss can be eliminated at 4th or 5th place, and this is 5th place. Granted, I think 5th place final boss is more warranted for Survivor, with their Final 4 firemaking twist, but it could still be the case here. I could also see Ally convincing everyone else that Grett is too threatening, and everyone working together to vote her out of the game. Even if Jake would hate to work with Ally, I don't know if anyone would be able to pass up such an obvious "as long as it isn't me" opportunity this close to the finale.

While I do still think Grett would be a deserving winner, she's entered into wide enough of a danger zone that I fear she won't make it to the finale. The debate in my eyes is whether it'll be this episode or the next that takes her out. I'm leaning next episode, but I'm unconfident enough in my prediction that Grett goes at #4.

#5: Riya

Alright, back to my direct predictions about what will happen. As long as Riya doesn't win immunity this episode, I think that what will happen is that Grett will decide to turn the tables this time, and plan to vote with Jake and Connor to take out Riya. That way, she can fulfill her personal vendetta against Riya, as well as prevent someone who almost won last season from getting a chance at a re-do.

Given that Grett is locked in with Connor and Jake as Riya votes, there isn't really much of a point to voting for someone else if Ally is in on the plan. But, that doesn't mean that Ally won't be mad about it. The line where Ally seems so happy about going to the Final 3 with Riya and Grett would factor into this. I think Ally might genuinely believe that that's the plan moving forward, before Grett goes "lol no of course we're taking Riya out this time." At that point, Ally will put two and two together, and be confident that Grett tipped Connor and Jake off about the idol play without telling her. Some super close ally she is!

Going into the Final 4, Ally will be sick and tired of Grett bossing her around, not taking her opinions into account when it comes to who to vote out (Jake still isn't out of the game!) and treating her as essentially a second vote. That rage will cause Ally to somehow get Grett out at the Final 4-- possibly in combination with a Jake immunity win or some other situation where Jake is immune from being voted out. Or, maybe Ally would put her hatred of Jake aside in seeing Grett as a bigger threat. Doubtful, though-- she really fucking hates Jake.

Anyways, I feel bad that I haven't actually talked about Riya much in this Riya section. Of course, I don't know if anything that I'm going to say about Riya will make me feel any nicer. I really don't think that Riya is going to be a finalist again. I think that Grett or Ally make more sense as a "villain" finalist for the series, between Grett being a former member of the villains' alliance and Ally being one of the most detestable characters at this point. (Not saying I personally detest her.) If Riya isn't a finalist, it's now or next episode.

And... really, the thing that makes me want to put Riya on the bottom this week the most is wondering what the hell she would be doing still in the Final 4. If she gets there, it's probably either a Connor or Jake boot that gets us there, possibly Grett in the "Ally convinces everyone to vote Grett" scenario. What does that get us?

If Connor is eliminated, Riya is just an awkward third wheel on the Ally/Jake and Ally/Grett scenarios.

If Jake is eliminated, I guess she continues beefing with Connor, but about what? Whatever they have to talk about will probably be talked about in this episode.

If Grett is eliminated, then... I mean, I guess we'll focus in on her and Ally? And she can keep beefing with Connor about whatever. I don't know about you guys, but to me, that feels... kind of fruitless?

The main issue is that, at least in my eyes, Riya has already lost. She's not going to win this season, and everyone in the audience knows it. With Alec's elimination, she lost any sort of power she could have had. She doesn't have Alec to order around, she's officially made a fool of herself in front of Connor, and she doesn't even seem to enjoy the presence of the cameras she's always loved in the trailer. I think Riya may kinda quietly go off into the night this episode, which is the saddest (/pos) method for eliminating her there is. TV's greatest villain, taken out by Grett as an obvious move with very little fanfare. Is this where her relentless ambition and manipulation has gotten her...?

Oh, and she still needs to talk with Alec in the Loser's Motel, probably. Kinda fitting if they're eliminated back-to-back, as well.

As we close out this Power Ranking, let me reiterate that I genuinely could see any of these competitors being eliminated this episode. I wound up having stronger opinions about Ally and Riya than I thought, but I really struggled with where to place everyone at the start. I don't want to get 1 point this week, but I wouldn't be all too surprised if I do. I just have to hope that the power of the horse is on my side.

... wait, Venus was born in the year of the horse! Dammit, I'm totally gonna lose! Unless we have the same person at #5...? As I write this, I haven't read hers yet, so I guess I'll have to wait and see. To the episode!

[fanfenomenon]

connor and edward teach haytham how to rig a sail

also slightly ooc haytham and connor??? i just wanted to have them curse at each other LMAOO

[mediumgayitalian]

Right before he left for an errand of his father's, Nico di Angelo almost kissed him.

Will is sure of it.

He'd been so close. Will had felt his breathing, spine tingling, on the curve of his dry lip: he had stood on on the bottom stair of the porch of Cabin Seven, a little shorter than Will even than usual, hands hovering over Will's wrists. Will had fought with the temptation to slide his wrists just so upward, just enough to slot against his open palms; he had resisted, in the end, but it was a close thing, a desperate need to feel the chill of Nico's chapped hands through his bandages, past his tangled string bracelets. Nico had parted his lips, meaning to say something, and Will had exhaled, quick and short, flicking down to meet his eyes, already staring. Nico's pupils were dilated, even obvious with the dark dark dark of his eyes, and his eyelids were low-slung, long eyelashes fanning. He had managed one word.

"I --"

And then Will's stupid watch chimed, and Nico glanced down, and he cursed, wrenching his hands away, and that time Will did grab them, just for a milisecond, just on reflex. And Nico had frozen and stared down at their joined hands, eyes wide, but Will was already halfway through a reflective "Sorry! Oh my gods! Sorry! Don't be late!" and Nico straightened, eyes narrowing in determination, and rushed out his okayseeyoulaterbye and sprinted across the common, disappearing into the shadow of his cabin. And Will stared after him for several minutes, until his vision was obstructed by a camper.

A camper who turned to him, eyes wide and sheepish and hopeful, wrist bent oddly, and said: "Hey, Will --"

And Will screamed his frustration so loud the camper jumped out of his skin, squeaking out an excuse, and walked quickly off, which was just as well because Will doubted he could be very much help when he was so busy stomping back to his cabin, burying his face in his pillow, and screeching until his voice went hoarse.

"Fucking boys!" he shouted.

Lou Ellen, in his cabin for some reason, flipped a page of her magazine, snorting.

"Hear, hear."

And that was that.

-- -- --

Except that wasn't that.

Because Nico sends him letters.

"I don't get any of those," Percy observes , peeking over his shoulder. Will slams the paper to his chest. shoves his face away, and storms off, face burning.

"Maybe because you are a tool," he mutters darkly, and flushes worse when he does not mutter at all, and Annabeth laughs so hard she chokes. He ducks into the stables and presses his steaming forehead to the wood, eyes squeezed shut, letter clutched to his chest as he waits out Annabeth's wheezing, Percy's hurt mumbling.

"I'm not a tool, am I?"

"Oh my gods I am going to pass out."

Once she reassures him, giggling, and drags him off Somewhere Else, Will peeks out. There is Clovis, curled up on the ground, but he is out cold. There is Miranda, a little ways away, tending to an olive tree, but she minds her own business. There is Connor, rigging...something, but that's okay. Will knows his pressure points.

He exhales, willing the heat away from his face. It doesn't work. He sits down in Guido the Pegasus's stall, anyway, shooting him a small smile in greeting, and smooths out the letter on his thigh. It reads:

Dear My Friend Belov

Will,

Hi.

Okay, hi again. I let this letter sit for two weeks because I was embarrassed. I don't know what to say. Because I'm

Hi. Again.

I have locked myself in my room with a pen and no food source (you would not approve). I gave one of my father's minions a key. They are not to release me until I have filled at least one page. So.

Uh, -- wow, is it stupid, writing 'uh', I used to write letters for competitions at school -- I miss you. I guess. I got a papercut yesterday and my stepmother gave me a bandaid. It was so strange and then I blinked because -- it shouldn't be strange, right? That's what you do for papercuts. But then I realized that I never get bandaids for papercuts. You just healed them.

And then I realized I have become a booger.

Will stops, and laughs. Guido huffs and raises his horsey eyebrow at him, and Will knows its in judgment because horses are the judgiest creatures on Earth, except for church ladies, and his ears burn. But he cannot force away the giant smile on his face no matter how hard he tries. He shifts, laying back onto the haypile -- and ignoring Guido's whiney huff, see, being mean has consequences -- and holding the letter above his face. From this angle, he can see the scratch marks bleeding in from the back, from all the words Nico has crossed out. Will considers using his X-ray machine to determine what it says and then realizes that is insanity. His pulse fires in his ear, loud and red-hot.

What does booger even mean.

I used to -- fight manticores! Empousai! I fistfought The Original Werewolf and won!

You make me weak.

He hears it, loud and echoing: the stutter of his heart, the actual moment where it pauses for a second, as if it doesn't have a job. Will inhales sharply and freezes with his fingers pinching the edges of the pages, breathing out, and out, and out; he exhales the sum total of oxygen left in his lungs and does not move, still, shifts only his eyes as they swing rapidly from line to line and word to word and trace every shift and bend of the careful cursive letters.

I don't -- that's maybe not the best way to write that but I tried three different sentences and they don't work right. What I'm trying to say, is: I used to be really cool and badass and everything, but you keep bossing me around and I keep letting you, and now I use conditioner in my hair.

He snorts a laugh, finally, swimming vision rebalancing as his lungs inflate again. His hands shake, ever so slightly, so he rests the letter gently on his lap, and tucks his hands under his thighs. Guido noses gently at the mess of his hair, and Will leans into the clever horse, smiling.

Which you don't even use! Because you're awful like I used to be and use -- that stupid 3-in-1 stuff! Because you never have time for anything! Because you don't tell people with papercuts to stuff it and get their own bandaids! Because you're ridiculous!

I guess I am really just thinking: sleep. You, I mean. I sleep until my servants wake me, which, I mean, there's no sun down here, but is probably noon or something. You should sleep, because now that I'm not there I'm sure no one else is bothering you to do it, and you're an idiot.

So.

I reached the end of the page so I don't have to write anymore. I hope you get this letter soon and you haven't dropped dead from exhaustion, even thought I know you haven't because I would feel it and I would kick your ass right back to the land of the living.

I love you

Don't kill yourself. Be meaner.

Love, Bye,

Nico. (di Angelo)

"Of course you have servants," Will mumbles, and buries his face in his hands.

Guido neighs at him, loud and exaggerated directly in his ear. Will shoves him off, scowling, and somersaults to his feet, standing with his hands on his hips. Guido blinks his big eyes at him. They are dark, like Nico's. Will considers screaming. He doesn't want to receive a hoof to the kneecap, so he doesn't, and instead redirects his energy into finger-combing Guido's mane and making general groaning noises of discontent. Guido rolls his eyes at him, which is rude. Which is -- judgey, and Guido is a dumb horse and he should not be embarrassed in front of a dumb horse but he is and it is the worst and all Nico's fault, he knows it.

"You're a horse," Will says, huffy. "You do not understand my gripes. How would you feel if you fell in love --" Will falters -- "if you -- well -- well!" He stops, squeezing his eyes shut. Don't kill yourself. Be meaner.

What is wrong with him.

What is wrong with him.

"Did you know he smells like a garden," Will says, eventually. He loosens his hold on Guido's mane when he whinnies in discomfort, pressing a smooch of apology between his giant eyes and using his hand to shake his fist at the heavens instead. "Just -- all the time. He smells like when you dig up the dirt, right before you put the flowers in the ground. That -- heady smell. You know?"

Guido blinks at him.

"Of course you do not know. You are a winged horse, and I need a straightjacket." He smooths down his patchy coat, sighing. "Guido, which pegasus do you have a crush on."

Guido, being a horse, does not answer.

"Is it Princess Peach Sour Rings?" He glances over at the dusky orange mare, lips pursed in consideration. Guido, too, looks in interest: they make eye contact, look to Will, and then back at each other. Will swears he sees them raise their eyebrows. "It's Princess Peach Sour Rings, isn't it."

The look in Guido's eyes says: you are unwell. Will doesn't need to be distantly related to Pegasus Himself to glean that much. Unfortunately, he's directly related to the God of Being Delusional, so this flies over his head.

"Okay, Guido, we are going to do what's called a Guided Thought Exercise. Are you ready? You don't look like you're ready. You need to take a Deep Calming Breath. Good. Okay."

Will closes his eyes for the Effect. He takes the thoughts his brain just constantly has of Nico -- smiling; Nico with his tongue poking out of his mouth, concentrating; Nico with sweat plastering his hair to his forehead, eyes glinting, sword a moving shadow; Nico hopping out of the window of Cabin Eleven, cackling as he is chased across camp by several furious, shouting, now-moneyless children of Hermes -- and envisions balling them up and tossing them out his ears. This, predictably, does nothing. Will ignores this failure and moves on.

"Guido, imagine for a second you are a regular, boring horse. You do not have cool wings like the rest of your friends. But it's cool 'cause you can gallop really fast. Maybe. And then one day, this other horse -- Princess Peach Sour Rings, are you imagining her -- comes in and this horse is just the most beautiful horse you've ever seen. Big, beautiful brown eyes, almost black, really, except when he stands by the campfire they glow like amber." Will clears his throat. "Uh, she, I mean. Princess Peach Sour Rings. And -- and, when this beautiful horse comes into the stable, you notice she has the most graceful wings you've ever seen and also coincidentally the most powerful kick in the land. And all she is valued for is her kick. And it makes you sad. Because the wings!"

Will pauses. He shifts so he has either hand on Guido's face, staring directly in his eyes. Guido allows it. Will cannot resist another smooch, tinier this time, right on his big snout. Then he pulls back and resumes eye contact.

"Guido," he says, seriously, "I have lost my metaphor. My brain is noodles."

Guido bumps his head softly against Will's. Will groans, leaning into the touch. Nico had accused Will of making him weak. Well, Nico makes him stupid. Constantly. Will is generally a really intelligent and articulate person. Nico makes him feel like his Wernicke's area has been pulled out with a fork. Which is an issue, because Will relies on his Wernicke area among others to do things such as brush his teeth and oh yeah, also surgery, because as Nico has so deftly pointed out this camp is broken. And also illegal. But Will has a job so he can't really be worried about that right now.

He screams.

Guido, gently, headbutts him. Will picks the letter up from the floor and shakes it violently.

"I am going to -- burn this," Will says, lying. He notices his fingers have creased the thick paper and rushes to smooth it out. "In a fire. Yes. Right now." He nods to himself. "Bye, Guido."

Guido does not respond. All well, though, because even if he could Will is too busy muttering to himself, tripping every forth step, scanning the looped cursive for hidden messages that are clearly not there. He kind of hopes if he holds the page up to the light then the words hey I should have kissed you before I disappeared for a hundred years that's my bad will appear, but this is all for naught. No such words appear. Only y's looped in a really gay way and that's stereotyping, it is, but they really do kind of follow the pattern.

"If you had kissed me I would have let you," Will says to the letter, because the only way he is saying that to Nico himself is if someone successfully clones his body and forces a microchip in his brain. "Like, just saying."

The letter, predictably, does not respond. This is perhaps for the best as if it did Will would have grander problems, which is saying something, because his mother fondly calls him Math Textbook, which is funny if hurtful. Anyways.

He makes it back to the middle of Camp, and stands for several minutes in front of a blazing brazier. There is if he is not mistaken a can of paint at the bottom of this one. That would explain the fumes. It would also explain the Chiron shouting at the grotesquely accurate spray-painted depiction of a penis on the side of the Big House and the various gathered Hermes children standing in smug Miranda-rights silence.

"It would be a great shame to burn you alongside evidence of a crime," Will says to the letter, solemnly. "Nico worked very hard to get you to me." He turns red as the sun as he says it and ignores it because he is well-rounded and developed and mature and emotionally available and adult and not emotionally repressed in any which way shut up Austin. "Maybe I will burn you individually, instead. Yes. More personal, that way."

He folds the letter carefully along the seams so as to conceal its contents from wandering eyes and marches with grand purpose, double time, to the Arts n Crafts shack. He notices the pottery wheel is out and twitches towards it, remembering the increasingly ugly vases he is creating and gifting to Chiron to see how long he will politely accept them before finally cracking, but remembers at the last moment that he is on a Quest and cannot afford any further distractions. He does take a quick second to flick a spot of paint on the back of Drew's neck but that is unrelated and cannot be traced back to him.

"Hi," he says, to the crowd at large. Lacy waves enthusiastically. Will waves back and makes a heart with his hands also because she is the best and Will loves her. "Does anyone have a lighter or a match or flint or something of the likes?"

Mitchell pauses. Will leans over to observe the jewelry box he is painting and nods in serious appreciation. He is very fond of the individual muscle veins being painted on Naruto's likeness.

"I am trying very hard to think of a non-terrifying reason you are so intent on a source of fire," Mitchell says gently, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder. "See, the way you have requested it reads arson to me, if you can imagine."

"What if I wanted to start smoking cigarettes."

"Hm."

"He could be learning lighter tricks," Valentina offers. "You know, put a bunch of hand sanitizer on and then set your hands on fire. The such."

Will nods enthusiastically. Mitchell somehow does not look assuaged.

"Aren't you a." He pauses, pressing his hands together. "Hm. Is lighting your hands aflame sanctioned by a medical professional such as yourself?"

"I think freedom of expression is important, yeah."

"...I see."

Will pats his shoulder. He continues to look alarmed, but returns reluctantly to his mostly naked Naruto painting. Will, as always, appreciates his endless support. Nobel Peace Prize for Mitchell Lastname 2013.

"So," Will continues, when no lighter is brought forth, "no flames?"

"No," says Valentina, sadly.

"No," says Mitchell, less sadly.

"If you're going to self-annimilate, do it elsewhere," Drew says, not sadly at all. She adds a careful dot of red paint to the grotesquely accurate depiction of Connor Stoll's decapitation. "I don't want the heat to dry out my hair."

"Self-immolate," Will corrects, and wanders off.

His search for a lighter produces no results. You'd think, in a Camp as oft-flammable as this one, the task would be an easy one, but Will wants it too badly, see, so the universe has punished him for the crime of hope. 'Tis likely why Nico did not kiss him, actually. Will pauses as he considers that Nico might not return if Will wants that too badly, too, just like his brothers, and gently and lovingly places that thought in the box in his brain labelled 'YIKES'. He pushes forward, humming.

"Nyssa," he says jovially, running into her. She pauses, eyeing him warily.

"You're not getting an alibi from me again, Solace. I don't want a repeat of..." She shudders. "Last time."

Will schools his face into a mask of sincerity. "Of course not, Nyssa, I would never, Nyssa, what do you take me for, Nyssa, I am only a boy, Nyssa." He is careful to cross his fingers behind his back lest he set off his allergy. Nyssa does not notice but seems to suspect.

"One day you're gonna suffocate," she says cryptically. Will inclines his head knowing she is correct. "It will be your own fault."

"I need a lighter," Will says, batting his eyelashes to change the subject. He makes his face as innocent and hopeful as he can manage. "Not for arson, I promise. Well, only kind of. The definition of arson is broad."

Nyssa sighs and walks away.

"No one in this Camp loves me," Will laments. He folds the letter back along its careful creases and tucks it, in its worn envelope, into the many beautiful and non-excessive pockets of his shorts, patting in gently. "I guess you get to survive, letter. You will remain the last manifestation of any affection Nico has for me as it surely fades for a cuter boy with nicer jeans down in the Underworld. How ye Gods are moved by my plight, and yet, none can break the ancient Sisters' iron decrees; doomed, by all Fate's accounts, for mine own torch to burn; down to embers, down to coal, down to ash; forgotten in the wind and reduced to the wind of memory; a weak, pitying blast in the stillness of the future."

The sun shines brightly in approval of his misery. Will shoots a thumbs up at it, sighs wistfully for at least seven seconds, to really seal it in, and follows the rest of the camp to the dinner bell. Percy only pouts sadly at him three times and then is easily distracted by dessert. None bring up the arson, although Mitchell watches with careful eyes.

Will sighs and sulks through dinner, pushing the food around his plate until he remembers he's ravenous and shovels it down. He rebuffs his siblings attempts at conversation by virtue of being too heartbroken to speak, not unlike Penelope, awaiting her beloved Odysseus, but then Kayla claims that bluegrass is a mid shadow of jazz and Will is so indignant he needs both hands and a borrowed third hand from Austin to properly list all the ways she's wrong. By the fiftieth stanza of their argument, obviously in couplets because they are not animals, the letter stops burning a hole into the khaki. By the seventieth, Austin starts weeping in misery, and he has almost entirely forgotten it. By the ninetieth, he resigns it to a hidden page in his journal, stashed under his mattress.

He is sure, anyway, that it is a fluke.

After all -- Nico could have kissed him, before he left.

But he didn't.

-- -- --

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[one-chicago-writer]

Stuck With Me

After a car accident leaves Y/N in critical condition, Casey anxiously waits by her side as she fights for her life, grappling with his own fears and the weight of everything they've both been through.

Y/N had been on her way to start her shift at Med when it happened. One second, she was slowing for the intersection; the next, the world exploded in shattering glass and screeching metal. The impact sent her car spinning, slamming into a streetlight. Then, nothingness.

Brett and Violet had just finished a call when the dispatch came through—major MVC, driver unconscious, possible entrapment. Their stomachs dropped when they heard the location. They instantly recognized the location, as it was on the route you typically took to get to your shifts at Med.

They arrived to find Y/N trapped, barely conscious, blood pooling from a head wound. She was breathing—but barely, and it was visibly laboured. Violet gets into the passenger seat and starts IV and gets a C-Collar on her.  Squad 3 pried the door open, and gently moved her to the gurney. Just as she was settled on the gurney, the monitors shrieked in warning as she flatlined. 

“No pulse!” Violet shouted. “Starting compressions!” She jumps on and straddles the gurney as Brett and Severide load it in. 

Casey arrived just in time to see them loading Y/N into the rig, Brett delivering a shock with the defibrillator, as Violet sat back on the bench and spoke into her radio. His stomach turned as he saw your body jolt. Matt tried to jump into the back of the ambulance, but Severide held him back before slamming the doors shut, as Cruz got into the cab and gunned it to Med. 

En route to Med, Violet is doing compressions, while Brett gets you intubated since you were no longer protecting your airway. 

Once they arrive to Med, it is a host of organized chaos

"Female, late 20s, T-boned at high speed—found unresponsive at the scene, GCS 3. Sustained significant chest trauma with suspected cardiac contusion or tension pneumo. Lost pulses as we left the scene—three rounds of epi given, three shocks delivered. Intubated en route, no spontaneous respirations. Six-minute downtime."

“Going to Baghdad” Maggie called out as they rushed past. 

As soon as they entered, the trauma room was chaos—beeping monitors, the hurried shuffle of feet, the thud of chest compressions. The team had been working for what felt like an eternity, but nothing was giving. Will, Ethan, and Connor moved in sync, pushing meds, shocking Y/N again and again, trying to pull her back from the brink.

“Pulse?” Connor asked, voice strained, eyes fixed on the monitor.

“Nothing,” Will answered, his voice low but firm.

Connor turns to the defibrillator and starts charging it again. 

"Charged to 360! Clear!" Connor shouted, his voice cutting through the noise of the trauma room.

The room fell silent for a moment as Y/N’s body jolted once more, the shock coursing through her.

Seconds ticked by. All three doctors were watching the monitors, when suddenly, the beeping of a faint pulse began to return. Connor’s heart hammered in his chest.

“She's back,” Ethan breathed, exhaling a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding.

Connor quickly turned his attention back to Y/N, watching her intently. 

“We need to get her to the OR,” he said, taking charge, his voice steady and commanding. “I’m not wasting time. Let's move.”

He looked over to Will and Ethan. “You ready?”

Will nodded, already prepping the IV fluids. “Let’s go.”

Severide appeared in the doorway, his face tense with worry, but relief in his eyes. “Is she stable enough to move?”

“For now,” Connor replied, turning to the gurney, adjusting Y/N’s head gently, making sure your airway was secure. “But we’re pushing it. We can’t wait much longer.”

The team was quick to wheel Y/N out of the trauma room, and Connor took point, pushing the gurney with a sense of urgency. He never took his eyes off of her, watching the mechanical rise and fall of her chest from the ventilator and the pulse on the monitor.

“Stay with me, Y/N,” he whispered to himself, though he knew you couldn’t hear him. His breath caught as they reached the hallway, the tension thick in the air.

The OR doors loomed ahead, and the weight of the moment hit him like a ton of bricks. He had no idea what would happen when they got you inside—but he knew one thing for sure: He wasn’t letting you go without a fight.

The team rushed you into the OR, and Connor didn’t hesitate. He followed immediately, calling orders as they moved into the sterile environment.

“Let’s get everything prepped. I’m not losing her,” Connor said, his voice sharp and filled with determination. “She’s strong. We’ve got this.”

In the hall

Casey stood there, numb, watching the love of his life disappear behind the operating room doors.

And then, as they wheeled her past—his vision swam. The world tilted.

Someone called his name. Hands grabbed at him.

Then—nothing.

“Casey!” Severide barely caught him before he hit the floor. He was completely out—limp in Severide’s arms.

Brett rushed for help. Choi arrived within seconds, immediately checking Casey’s vitals. “Pulse is weak—thready. BP’s tanking.”

“Matt, come on,” Severide muttered, shaking him, but he didn’t stir.

Choi pressed his knuckles hard against Casey’s sternum, rubbing roughly.

Nothing.

Another rub.

Casey suddenly gasped, jerking violently. His eyes flew open, wild and unfocused.

Then he fought.

Casey came back swinging. Hands on his arms, voices all around him, his body on fire. He felt trapped—pinned.

“No—get off me!” He thrashed, panic clawing at his chest.

“Hold him down!” Choi barked. “If he doesn’t stop, he’s gonna crash again!”

“Casey, stop!” Severide’s voice cut through the chaos. “You’re safe. You passed out.”

But Casey wasn’t listening. His body was still in fight mode, reacting purely on adrenaline. Choi didn’t hesitate.

“Two milligrams IM Ativan—now.”

A sharp prick in his shoulder. Seconds later, warmth spread through his veins, dragging him under.

The next time he woke, he was in an ER bay, IV now in his arm, nasal cannula delivering oxygen. His head throbbed. His limbs felt like lead.

“Easy, man.” Severide was beside him.

Casey blinked, sluggish. “What…”

“You passed out. Went completely unresponsive. Scared the hell out of all of us.”

Flashes came back—Y/N, the OR, the panic, the blackout.

Casey swallowed hard, noticing the IV in his arm. He reached up to yank the nasal cannula off—

“Don’t even think about it,” Severide warned, standing to place a heavy hand on his best friend’s shoulder.

Casey scowled but relented. “Where’s Y/N?”

Severide hesitated. “Will should be out soon.”

Minutes stretched painfully before Will appeared.

“She made it,” Will said. “Surgery went well. She’s stable.”

Relief hit Casey so hard he nearly choked on it.

Severide wheeled Casey up to her room, IV still hooked up. When they entered, Y/N was just starting to stir. Her eyes fluttered open, hazy with sedation. Her gaze landed on Casey.

She blinked, confusion flickering across her face. “Matt?” Her voice was hoarse from the tube.

“Hey,” Casey rasped, moving closer. “Yeah, I’m here.”

Her eyes drifted to the wheelchair, to the IV still in his arm. Her brows furrowed. “What… what happened?”

Casey hesitated, but Severide filled in the blanks. “Idiot over here passed out in the waiting room when they took you back.”

Y/N’s lips parted in faint surprise. “You—what?”

Casey exhaled. “Guess I didn’t handle it well.”

She gave a soft, tired smile. “You’re stuck with me, Casey.”

His throat tightened as tears started rolling down his face. “Yeah,” he murmured, taking her hand gently. “I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.”

The first few days of your recovery were rough. The pain was unbearable at times, but the exhaustion was worse. Physical therapy was grueling. But Casey never left your side.

Some days, she made progress—sitting up, taking a few steps.

Other days, the setbacks hit hard—pain flaring, dizziness keeping you in bed. Frustration weighed on you, but Casey was always there, steady as ever.

“You got this,” he’d whisper, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

One night, you broke down, tears slipping free. “What if I don’t get back to how I was?”

Casey cupped your face. “You're not alone. We haven’t crossed that bridge yet, but if we do, then we figure it out together.”

Y/N exhaled shakily. Then, she leaned into him.

Because through it all—through the pain, the fear, the uncertainty—one thing remained true.

She wasn’t doing this alone.

And neither was he.

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[sevasey51]

For the epileptic reader set could you do one where she and Jay are home and she feels in coming on and tells him so they prepare for it before it hits but it ends up being longer than 5 minutes so he calls 911 and Matt and Kelly both show up with Sylvie and Violet. Maybe an appearance from Sam the snarky neurologist while they’re at med...?

The Warning Signs

Summary: Jay Halstead and Y/N Casey have learned how to handle her epilepsy together—recognizing the signs, preparing for seizures, and riding out the storm as a team. When she feels one coming on during a quiet evening at home, she alerts Jay right away, and they go into action. But when the seizure stretches past the five-minute mark and doesn’t stop, Jay calls 911. Firehouse 51 responds with Sylvie, Violet, Matt, and Kelly, all shaken but determined to help. At Med, Connor is en route—but not fast enough to beat Dr. Sam Abrams, the notoriously snarky neurologist with zero bedside charm. With a mix of medical chaos and sibling emotion, Jay fights to stay calm while Matt and Kelly rally behind him, determined not to let Y/N face this alone.

It had been a peaceful evening—pizza on the coffee table, a fuzzy blanket over their legs, and reruns of Parks and Rec playing softly in the background. Jay had just refilled their drinks when he saw it: Y/N’s shoulders tensing, her jaw clenching the tiniest bit. She shifted on the couch, bringing her knees closer to her chest.

He was beside her in an instant. “Bug? You okay?”

She nodded faintly, blinking slowly as if underwater. “It’s coming,” she whispered, her voice shaky. “One of the big ones. I can feel it.”

Jay immediately went into action, as they’d practiced so many times before. He helped her lie down on her side, slid the cushion under her head, dimmed the lights, and grabbed the emergency pack. Her anti-seizure rescue meds were in the top pocket, just in case.

“You’re safe. I’m right here,” he said softly, brushing her hair off her face.

She gave the faintest nod—then stiffened.

The seizure came fast, violent and sudden. Her body arched, then dropped into rhythmic convulsions, her hands curling tight. Jay watched the clock. One minute. Two. He kept her on her side, keeping the airway clear, whispering her name even though he knew she couldn’t hear him.

Three minutes. He had the meds in his hand but waited—Connor had said to hold unless it stretched past five.

At four minutes, he was on the edge of panic.

At five, he administered the rescue med.

At six, nothing had changed.

At six minutes and forty-five seconds, he grabbed the phone and called 911. “Tonic-clonic seizure, lasting over six minutes. Rescue med given. No response. Patient has epilepsy—this is abnormal.”

Dispatch confirmed help was en route.

He hung up and texted Matt.

Jay: Seizure. Long. Rescue med didn’t stop it. I called 911.

The response was immediate.

Matt: On our way.

It was Sylvie and Violet who arrived first, sirens cutting through the night. Jay flung the door open before they could knock.

“She’s in the living room. Still seizing.”

Violet rushed to start vitals while Sylvie got oxygen and airway support going. “Let’s get her loaded. She’s in status—this isn’t stopping on its own.”

Moments later, Squad 3 and Truck 81 pulled up, and Matt was out before the engine even stopped. Kelly was right behind him.

“Where is she?” Matt demanded.

Jay’s voice cracked. “She’s still seizing, Matt.”

Matt’s expression crumbled as he crouched beside her, brushing her sweat-soaked hair back. “Come on, baby girl. You gotta slow down.”

Kelly’s jaw was tight, but he said nothing—he just helped secure her for transport.

“She’s going to Med,” Sylvie told them. “Connor’s been paged.”

Jay jumped into the ambulance with them. Matt and Kelly followed behind in their rigs, headlights glaring through the back doors like a beacon.

At Med, the trauma team was ready.

But Connor wasn’t the first one in the room.

It was Sam Abrams.

Dr. Sam Abrams, snarky, efficient, and terrifyingly brilliant, strolled in with a tablet in one hand and his trademark sarcasm already dialed up.

“Well,” he said, glancing at the monitor. “Someone decided tonight was the night to test how much cortical electricity the brain can handle. Bold move.”

Jay’s glare could have cracked glass. “Just help her.”

“Already am, Detective,” Sam replied coolly. “We’re stabilizing. Rescue meds failed, so we’re using IV lorazepam and moving to load with Keppra. Airway’s clear for now. MRI after we get her under control, unless Rhodes comes charging in and throws a stethoscope at me.”

Matt and Kelly burst into the trauma bay moments later.

“Abrams?” Matt asked, confused.

“He beat me here,” came Connor’s voice from behind him as he pushed through the door, gloving his hands as he moved. “And apparently still hasn’t learned empathy.”

Sam flashed a grin. “You want charm or survival? I’m here for the latter.”

Connor took over fast, coordinating meds and switching to neuro monitoring. The seizure finally stopped nearly 18 minutes after it began.

Jay collapsed into the chair beside her bed as they prepped her for a neuro ICU transfer.

Matt stayed close, a hand on Jay’s shoulder.

“She’s stable now,” Connor finally said. “It was a long one, but she’s coming around. We’re going to keep her overnight. Monitor for rebound activity.”

Jay nodded, emotion choking his throat.

Sam reappeared at the door, arms crossed. “You did good. Not every partner recognizes the onset cues like that. Most panic. You didn’t.”

Jay blinked in surprise at the rare praise.

“Don’t let it go to your head,” Sam added, smirking. “You’re still not invited to my poker night.”

As the doctors filed out, Kelly crouched beside Jay.

“You did everything right, man. She’s gonna be okay.”

Jay finally let out a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. Then he turned back to Y/N, brushing her hair back again.

“I’ve got you,” he whispered.

And through it all—he never let go of her hand.

[absolutelybifurious]

shoulder the sky (let the rain come)

buddie |mature | COMPLETED | magical realism, magic and very messy eddie diaz, generational trauma

Eddie’s breath catches. “Buck, don’t.” “I’m in love with y—” “I killed Shannon,” Eddie gasps, pushing so Buck’s feet hit the ground too hard. “I-I was so upset, after she—after everything, and then… I didn’t mean to, but—” His voice, his breath, everything about him is shaking, hand against Buck’s chest, trembling like he’s waiting on a blow. “I said it was self-contained…” Eddie’s eyes are wet and wide and miserable. “I’ve been telling myself it was, so I could… but it’s not.” Buck closes his eyes. “Eddie, you can’t—” “And then, you,” Eddie chokes. “When you got struck by lightning, I remember looking at you on that rig, because we—you were with Connor and Kameron, all the time, and I missed you… and-and, then…” He gasps on the words, and they crack and break across his throat – his tongue. “That’s what happens. I hurt people when I…” It shatters and tapers into shallow breathing.

OR

Eddie Diaz is cursed.

i finished itttttt (even though now i'm contemplating a series maybe? because you know... reasons)

also rating bump because other reasons

[read on ao3]

[witchygagirlwrites]

Connor Rhodes x Reader

You loved Connor but when you noticed him getting close with Ava you knew something was off. He can't make up his mind who he wants so when Sam Carver asks you out, you accept. By the time Connor figures out he does truly love you, it's too late because that ain't his truck in your drive anymore.

Connor Cheats, Carver gets the girl

The sound of the alarm had you burying your head further into the pillows. You heard Connor chuckle lightly behind you as he reached over you to kill the alarm, kissing your bare shoulder as he did so. “Come on sweetheart you gotta get up” you groaned and stretched out. At least he’d stayed at your place the night before so that meant you didn’t have to go home to grab anything. You rolled over to face him and he smiled, pulling you into a kiss “I love you” 

You grinned “I love you too” he kissed you two more times before moving to climb out of the bed, grabbing his jeans from the night before. You tossed the blanket off of you before climbing out of the bed yourself. You had to be at work in an hour. If you were late Violet would never let you hear the end of it. 

You walked to the dresser to pull your uniform out along with a bra and panties. By then Connor was fully dressed so he walked over, pulling your still bare frame against him “I’ll see you later” you cut your eyes over your shoulder at him “Probably in a couple hours at most” he laughed lightly “That is true. Be safe” you nodded “Always”

He let himself out, locking the door behind him as you headed for the shower. 

You parked your car next to Stella’s jeep and headed into the station house. The moment you walked into the bays Violet was running at you “You’re late woman!” you glanced at your watch “One freaking minute!” she laughed “A minute is a minute”

You shook your head “Christ, let me put my stuff in my locker and get some coffee before the crazy starts babe, ok?” She rolled her eyes “Fine” and slipped her arm into yours. The two of you headed to walk inside about the time Sam was coming out so he held the door open “Thank you Carver” you told him and he nodded “You’re welcome Darlin”

______________________

You and her headed for the locker room and you tossed your bags away then you headed for the kitchen, hoping like hell Capp and Tony hadn’t drained the coffee yet.”So, how are things between you and paging Dr sexy?” she asked with a smirk. You shrugged “Fine. He stayed at my place last night” she nodded “He better play nice. I’d hate to have to make it look like an accident” 

“Violet” you gasped and she shrugged “What? Don’t act like you wouldn’t do the same for me” you shook your head “Of course I would but I’d never risk saying it outloud. Don’t know who might be around and hear it” “Hear what?” Stella asked, walking up behind you. Violet grinned “That if Rhodes doesn’t act right with our girl I’ll make it look like an accident” Instead of Stella reprimanding Violet any she grinned “Oh yeah, I’d help you” and nodded at the coffee pot in your hand “Is there enough I can get some?”

You nodded “Yeah, I swear I’m best friends with two maniacs” they both smiled “But we love you” you laughed “and for that I am forever grateful” 

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The three of you were sitting together out in the bays watching Cruz lose miserably to Kelly in a card game when a call rang out for an ambulance to respond to seventh and wabash to a heart attack. You slapped Violet’s leg  “C’mon babe” 

You winked at Stella “Catch ya in a few Kidd” before the two of you jogged for the rig. You slid into the driver’s seat and Violet hopped into the passenger seat. 

_________________________

The patient obviously needed to be transported to Med so you radioed in while Violet rode in the back with her. When you pulled into the ambulance bay you backed in and spotted Will come out to meet you. You hopped out and walked to the back to open the door then climbed in to help her get the gurney out “Female patient, forty nine. Presented with pain between the shoulders and a headache. Luckily her sister knew the signs of a heart attack in a woman versus a man”

You pushed her inside with Violet next to you as you told Will what was already done on the ride. “Take her to trauma one” Maggie hollered so you nodded. You pushed her in, April coming in to assist a transfer from your gurney over to one of the hospital beds. Once she was secure you nodded to Will “Catch ya later Halstead” then looked at your patient “And hope everything goes well Miss Moore”

You walked back into the hall and was almost out the door when you glanced up to see Connor talking to the new doctor. What was her name? Ava, Ava Bekker. Normally it wouldn’t bother you but that? He was leaning on the counter, body turned towards her. You felt your stomach twist. You hadn’t realized you had stopped moving until Violet called your name. She turned around and followed your line of sight “Oh hell no”

She started in that direction but your hand shot out and grabbed the back of her shirt “No, let’s just go back to house” she waved a hand “Babe, that’s fishy” you shook your head “We could be reading it wrong” she raised an eyebrow “And fifty shades of grey could be a self help book. Let me slap him” You shook your head “Please. For me” she huffed “Fine but if we aren’t reading it wrong, I’m slapping him”

You looked back once more and saw Ava laugh and put her hand on his chest. Your heart dropped. You had to be reading it wrong. Connor loved you, didn’t he?

You were half asleep across your bunk when your phone lit up with a text from Connor Will said you were in Med three times today. Why didn’t I see you? You hadn’t realized Violet was awake and had basically climbed over into your bunk. “Maybe because she saw you with another woman yesterday” she whispered and you shushed her, looking around. Sam was asleep right next to you and god you didn’t want to wake him up.

Shift’s been hectic you texted back and could practically hear Violet roll her eyes. You laid the phone down and she cut her eyes at you “Let’s go to the roof” you nodded and slid out of the bed, grabbing your phone and jacket as you did.

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You pushed open the door to the roof and laughed when Kelly and Stella separated like two kids getting caught by their parents “You two are married. It’s cool if you make out” Kelly grinned then looked from you to Violet “Uh oh. If you both are up something is wrong so I’m gonna head in” he kissed Stella once more then winked at you and Violet before heading inside.

Stella turned her attention to you “What’s up” Violet waved a hand “Tell her or I will” you sighed “I think we saw Connor flirting with Ava Bekker” “You think or you did?” she asked, cutting her eyes at Violet who answered “Did”

“That son of a bitch” she cursed. You felt your face warm in embarrassment “I can’t break off a two year long relationship on thinking I saw him flirting with someone else” she crossed her arms “You do realize I’m an expert on shit relationships and making excuses for them? That’s the first red flag sweetie” you sighed “I know” about the time another text came through from Connor Ok, I love you

Violet read over your shoulder and reached for your phone “Let me call him” you pulled your phone back “Down girl” 

You had two days off but apparently Connor was busy. You were watching a movie when Stella called you “Where’s Connor?” you paused your movie “Said he had something with that father of his” she scoffed “Unless his dad has gotten a lot shorter, younger and turned female no” 

A photo came through on your phone and it was Connor at a local coffee place, talking to Ava. “I think you may have to call a cat a cat” she spoke gently” you swallowed hard.”Thanks Stel. I’ll um talk to you later” you hung up and sat there staring at the photo before forwarding it to Connor then turned your phone off.

About half an hour later there was a knock at your door so you uncurled your legs from under you and walked over to the door. You checked the peephole and wasn’t surprised to see Connor on the other side. You opened the door and crossed your arms “Yes?” 

“Baby I ran into Ava at the coffee shop. I don’t know who sent that photo to you but that’s all it was” you nodded slowly “Then why do you look worried?” his tell when he lied was his eyes got wider and boy was his eyes wide. “I love you” you nodded again “And yet you were too busy to see me today until I sent you that photo” “Yeah because someone is trying to make it seem like I’m doing something I’m not” he replied and you nodded “Ok, I’ll believe you this time” he stepped forward “Can I kiss you?” you put a hand against his chest “This is the last time I’ll believe you Connor” he nodded “I promise you, I just ran into her” then brushed his lips against yours.

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You were half asleep when Connor’s phone woke you up. You sat up and looked to see he was getting dressed. “Where are you going?” he held up his phone and you saw it was med’s number “got called into surgery” you nodded sleepily “Ok” and brushed a kiss against his lips “lock the door when you leave” then rolled back over and was asleep before he got out of your apartment.

“Kelly took you dancing?” you gasped and Stella grinned “He did” you fell over against the couch dramatically “I love going out dancing” Violet who was still very much in the “let’s kill connor” camp cut her eyes at you “The good doctor doesn’t take you anymore?”

You shook your head “Seems like anytime I’m off he’s working” “Hmm” she replied, rolling her eyes. Then turned to face you “I love you” you nodded slowly “I love you too” she smiled “You do know that he’s bouncing between you and Ava, right?”

“What?” you asked and she nodded “Ava told a friend of mine Veronica who works in Pediatrics how she has to call Connor from Med a few nights a week so he can get out of his father’s because then he thinks it’s work. I got her to be nosy and babe they all line up with your days off” you blinked back tears “So he’s been fucking me then leaving my bed to go to her?” she nodded “And taking her out on actual dates while he’s not making time for the woman he swears he loves and that he’s been with for two years”

You nodded slowly and she grabbed your hands “Talk to me” you shook your head “I um I’m gonna get some fresh air. Thank you honey, truly. I love you but I can’t be around everyone right now” 

You stood up and quickly walked outside, through the bays and didn’t stop until you were across the street under the trees, only then did you actually cry.

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Sam stood in the bays, watching you wanting nothing more than to go after you but he didn’t want it to seem like he was taking advantage of a bad situation. “You’ve had a thing for her for a while” Violet spoke from behind him and he turned to face her “You’re a creepy little thing, sneaking up on people like that” 

She laughed “Says the man harboring a crush on my best friend and watching her cry over her cheating boyfriend” he looked back over his shoulder at you “She deserves so much better than that asshole. His heart’s split but if that woman gave me half a chance mine would be hers fully” Violet stared at him for a minute then nodded slowly “She wants to go dancing. I’ll get her to that bar on fifth street Friday night. You just be there” he raised an eyebrow “What’s that?”

“You heard me. I love that woman like a sister. I’m sick of seeing her hurt. If you mean that, truly mean it then I’ll get her there” he smiled “I mean it” 

“Vi, I don’t know about this. Hell I haven’t even broken up with Connor officially yet” she nodded as she pulled you into the bar “Yeah, cause you can’t get the asshole to make time for you. Now come on!” you let her pull you into the door. She’d done your hair and makeup and even thrown you into low heels. It was the first time in a while you’d had a reason to get all done up and you had to admit you felt good.

She pulled you behind her to the bar and you figured she wanted to order so you stepped up next to her and started to look around then your eyes landed on Sam and a smile slipped onto your face “My oh my Carver. You sure do clean up pretty”  He was wearing a black button up shirt and dark blue jeans and with his build you had to admit he looked fucking gorgeous. Hell Sam Carver was a fucking beautiful man inside and out if you were being honest.

Violet leaned over your shoulder “You wanted to go dancing. I found you a partner that may appreciate you a little better” you looked from her to Sam. He stood up off the bar stool and offered you his hand “I know Rhodes has dragged your heart through the mud darlin. I ain’t trying to romance ya, well not tonight anyways” he shot you a smile before adding “I just want to dance with you and see if I can put a smile on your face because it’s been a little too long since I’ve seen a genuine one out of you”

You put your hand in his “Ok”

Why hadn’t Connor been able to see it? What the hell had he been thinking? He loved you, he’d loved you for years. He never should’ve crossed a line with Ava. He’d tried to call you so many times over the last couple weeks but you never answered. When you rolled into Med and he happened to be on duty Violet would put herself between the two of you and usher you out of the door.

He had to see you, had to explain and beg for another chance. He’d fucked up so bad but he could fix it. He stopped when he got in front of your place. Sitting in your driveway, next to your car was Sam Carver’s pickup. The living room shade was up and he could see the two of you through it. Sam spun you around, a laugh falling from your lips as he did. He sat there watching as you danced with Sam. You looked happy, you looked in love. You looked at Sam like you used to look at him,before he fucked everything up when you were his. 

When you pulled Sam down into a kiss he felt his heart crack, finally realizing just what he’d done to you. How dare he come here asking for a second chance. He didn’t deserve it. He couldn’t even try to screw up your life anymore. If he had ever cared about you the best thing he could do was leave you alone, let you be happy and you obviously were. 

Carver's POV

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queen of hearts! ethan nakamura ೃ࿔*:

👙 °❀* 𓍼:･ summer!roberts!reader organizes valentines day at camp to definitely not impress ethan

summer!roberts!reader x ethan nakamura

If you were going to do something, you were going to do it right and bigger than it absolutely needs to be.

People liked to assume you didn’t care about anything but yourself—because your hair was always perfect, your perfume left a trail wherever you went, and you wouldn’t be caught dead in anything that didn’t scream effortlessly expensive.

But that wasn’t true.

You cared. A lot.

Just… not in the way people expected.

So when you overheard some Hermes kid whining about how camp never did anything special for Valentine’s Day—how it was just another day of sword fights, war games, and half-burnt love notes—you decided that this year? Camp Half-Blood was going to have the best Valentine’s Day ever.

And obviously, if anyone was going to pull it off, it was you.

The thing about pulling off something huge was that you couldn’t do it alone. You needed people.

Which was why you were sitting in the Aphrodite cabin, legs crossed, surrounded by your siblings—who were listening, but only kind of.

Drew was filing her nails. Lacy was adjusting her lip gloss in the mirror. Silena’s little sister was flipping through Teen Vogue.

“So let me get this straight,” Drew finally said, snapping her nail file shut. “You want to throw a Valentine’s Day party? Here? In a camp full of sweaty, emotionally stunted demigods who think flowers are ‘too much work’?”

You resisted the urge to roll your eyes. “First of all, rude. Second of all, yes. Because this camp is depressing. The closest thing we have to romance is people awkwardly flirting during sparring practice and, like, one (1) annual campfire song that isn’t about war. We deserve more.”

Lacy nodded. “She’s kind of right. The bar is so low.”

Drew sighed. “Fine. But I’m not doing all the work.”

You smirked. “Obviously. That’s what the Aphrodite charm is for.”

The plan was flawless.

You had decorations (pink everything). You had a playlist (pure 2000s perfection—Beyoncé, Mariah, early Justin Timberlake). You had a chocolate fountain (after a lot of bargaining with the nymphs).

But the most important part?

You made it personal.

Because you knew people.

You knew that Connor Stoll had a pathetic little crush on Katie Gardner, so you made sure he had an excuse to sit next to her.

You knew Annabeth wouldn’t ever admit she wanted something romantic, so you made Percy give her ambrosia in the shape of a heart and pretend it was his own idea.

You knew Clarisse would rather die than participate in a “stupid Aphrodite event,” so you rigged it so Chris Rodriguez challenged her to an arm-wrestling contest under the twinkly lights (which totally counted as a date).

You even made sure Chiron had his favorite cinnamon candies at the snack table.

Because you noticed things.

And if people were too busy thinking you were shallow to realize that? Not your problem.

The night of the party, you stood near the pavilion, watching.

The lights were glowing softly, the music was just right, and—most importantly—people were happy. They were laughing. Eating chocolate-covered strawberries. Not worrying about their next monster attack for once.

It was perfect.

“You look very pleased with yourself.”

You didn’t have to turn around to know who it was. Ethan Nakamura had a way of showing up at the exact moment you thought you had everything under control.

“I am pleased with myself,” you said, flipping your hair. “I pulled this off. Me. The same girl people like to pretend is ‘shallow and vapid’ and ‘only cares about lip gloss.’”

Ethan hummed, watching the crowd. “So, what’s in it for you?”

You scoffed, crossing your arms. “Why does everyone assume I only do things when there’s something in it for me?”

He smirked. “Because you do.”

You turned to glare at him, but—ugh—he was already looking at you. His dark eye sharp, amused, too knowing. Like he saw past everything, past the makeup and the attitude and the perfectly curated image.

Which was so annoying.

Because you weren’t about to admit that, yeah, maybe you just liked seeing people happy. That maybe, despite all the high-maintenance, camp-princess, too-much-for-everyone energy, you actually gave a shit.

So instead, you tilted your chin up. “Fine. You want to know the real reason?”

Ethan raised an eyebrow. “I would love to hear this.”

You smirked. “Because I can. Because no one else would. And because now, every time someone thinks about how fun this night was, they’re going to remember me.”

Ethan let out a quiet laugh. “So selfless.”

You grinned. “I know, right?”

He shook his head, and for a split second—just a flicker of a moment—you swore you saw something like approval in his expression. Like maybe, just maybe, he actually liked that about you.

But before you could say anything, he was already walking away.

“Enjoy your party, princess,” he called over his shoulder.

You stood there, watching him disappear into the crowd, and—ugh—you hated that he had this effect on you. That stupid, unreadable, maddening effect.

Because it wasn’t fair.

You had pulled off the most spectacular Valentine’s Day in Camp Half-Blood history. You had everyone talking about it. You had won.

So why was he the only thing stuck in your head?

[theoceansluvr]

Connor Stoll x Reader

warnings; none ! author's note; connor stoll the boy you are to me !! my favorite pjo character AND my boyfriend(trust me bro) literally the only character capable of pulling me out of a writing slump <9 like all my headcanons this is all over the place bc 1. i got excited to write it and 2. i have way too many ideas for him

he's the world's most lovingly annoying partner.

you think because you're dating your not going to get pranked anymore ??

WRONG

he knows you could never be mad at him(not for too long anyway-) and uses that to his advantage

he apologies with kisses and gifts

which may or may not have been stolen

but it's the thought that counts !

insanely clingy might i add

considering his brother betrayed the entire camp, he's bound to have a tad bit of attachment issues

he'll absolutely back off if you don't like it because he's not a complete jerk

DATES !

lego building, pranking his brother, sitting by the lake

literally anything that involves him being able to be around you

i feel like he'd also be an incredible skater so he'd (try to) teach you !

(can you guys tell i really like skater boys ??)

anyways !

he is a GOD in the kitchen !!!

i can't explain it but im right trust me guys

likes having you in the kitchen with him whether you're cooking with him or not

it gives him a weirdly domestic feeling that he lives for

calls you the weirdest nicknames..

from godly parent related to just straight up random words. he won't explain himself at all either

"What's up, dragonfly !" "Hey, grapevine !" "How are you, BlackBerry 850 ?"

it's relentless.

MATCHING EVERYTHING !!

bracelets, shoes, keychains, pajama pants !

literally everything possible

if you celebrate Christmas or do secret Santa in general, he definitely rigs it so that your his secret Santa every time.

it's not even a secret at this point and you plus everybody else always expect it

while on the topic, he's somehow the best gift giver ever

you'll never get the same thing twice nor something you already have

probably bc he's insanely observant when it comes to you

Travis LOVES you

literally you can't date Connor unless Travis approves

you two prank Connor together all the time and he always falls for it

whether it's out of pity or you're just that good, the world may never know :0

loves playing with your hair if you allow it !

literally always asks before touching it too

"You're braids are so pretty... Can I touch them ?"

if you're someone who paints their nails he always asks you to make them his favorite color

he probably asks you to paint his too just for them to be chipped off within the hour

BIG fan of Connor having freckles SOOOO

he lets you trace them whenever you can't sleep or while you're hold his hand

biggest sap in the world for that actually !

shares all of his snacks with you

will literally hand you his bag of sour gummies without a word because you already know what he means

ermm.. matching jelly cats ??

specifically these ones

possibly projecting bc i have the sun one but who's really tracking ?

he sneaks into you cabin every once in a while because it's way too loud in the Hermes cabin

sweetest boy in the entire world 1000000000/10 would recommend getting one ! although im completely bias for him

[fetishfairytales2]

Brandi’s Just Horsing Around (Heather)

Concept originally borrowed from a long-lost story that used to be a favorite of mine.

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“Brandi, listen up! Mommy's got a new toy just for you! Daddy Connor has been soooo creative lately, just to help me torment our adorable little sissy, and he's outdone himself this time! He made you this super cute rocking horse, isn’t that sweet? It’s all sissy pink – totally your color! But, girlie, the real surprise? There’s no saddle, just a long groove down the middle. Hmm, I wonder what could fit there?

Don’t get too bouncy yet, sissy, there's more! See these fierce black leather boots? They attach right to the side of the horsey to keep you stuck on it – but that’s not all. These booties are deep enough to hold you when you're all folded up trying to straddle it. Yup, it's designed to keep those sissy legs of yours spread super wide. 

And OMG, this adorable little rubber mask with pigtails! It's the cutest, and guess what? It comes with a built-in gag to keep you oh-so-quiet. No more whining or begging, sissy. You’re going to be all smiles, permanently! On the outside at least!

Mommy has also prepared the cutest little riding get-up for you! You’ve got this totally adorbs white frilly baby doll dress with a flared skirt just perfect for letting your sissy bottom peek out. But, babe, those arms on your dress? They are, like, no ordinary sleeves! They're super stiff and stick out all funny because, this actually wraps around your chest backwards! Look, there’s internal sleeves! Aren’t you so excited? You’ll be locked in the cutest little sissy straitjacket ever! 

And those doll-like hands on the sleeves? They’re not totally useless, unlike you! Once we zip up the back of your dress nice and tight, those hands get clipped onto the handles next to the horsey's head. 

From the outside, you’ll look like just the happiest little sissy cowgirl enjoying her new toy! 

Of course, there’s this amazing pink 8” ribbed dildo I’ve got for you. It will slide right here into the groove, just waiting for you on your horsey's saddle. But, cause I’m not, like, the meanest Mommy ever, I’ll just let you hover that helpless sissy booty right above it. I know it can be scary seeing such a big cock for the first time!

But Brandi, you better clench those sissy thighs tight or you might just gobble up that entire thing with your sissy pussy! You're gonna be so exhausted trying to ride your little horsey without slipping! If you slack and lean back, who knows where it’ll end up! And here's the best part, sissy— I asked Daddy to rig the saddle with springs! Every rock back and forth is going to slide that dildo deeper, fucking you like the little sissy slut you are!”

[itzyecho]

INTRODUCTION: CONNOR SAWYER

I made this goober for a 3D puppet rigging class last year, and I felt the need to introduce you guys to him! :)

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fern's intro post and masterlist! ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

hey all, thanks for stopping by! actually, i've been using tumblr since its heyday, around 2014-2017(?), and i rlly missed it so i made a new account (☆10.15.24)! here's all you need to know about me:

⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢ ﹉﹉﹉﹉﹉୨♡୧﹉﹉﹉﹉﹉ ╰─ ♡ about me: ୨୧┇name: fern ୨୧┇pronouns: she/her ୨୧┇ao3: @/fanfenomenon ﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍ ╰─ ♡ general interests: ୨୧┇history & culture ୨୧┇musical theater ୨୧┇video games ୨୧┇period dramas ﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍ ╰─ ♡ current fandoms: ୨୧┇assassin's creed (mainly) ୨୧┇conclave ୨୧┇turn washington's spies ୨୧┇wicked ୨୧┇hamilton ୨୧┇amrev & frev ୨୧┇mouthwashing ୨୧┇epic the musical ﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍ ╰─ ♡ more important stuff: ୨୧┇DNI MINORS. ୨୧┇i'm a proshipper, so if ur uncomfy with that, block me. ୨୧┇i post some of my own content (art/prose/edits), mostly fan content of my fave media ﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍ ⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣

keep reading for masterlist! (may contain nsft content)

updated masterlist! ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

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⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢ ﹉﹉﹉﹉﹉୨♡୧﹉﹉﹉﹉﹉ ╰─ ♡ 𝙖𝙨𝙨𝙖𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙣'𝙨 𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙚𝙙 (𝙖𝙘) ୨୧┇ac edits ♡ Codextober 2024: Day 31 - Family ♡ Soldier, Poet, King, but it’s the Kenway Family. ♡ Haytham realizes how alike his father and son are. ♡ “sakataterihwáhten” ♡ "Too late to tell him I’m sorry.” ♡ if they only knew. ♡ the “you’re gay?” meme but it’s with the colonial brotherhood ♡ what really happened at the battle of louisbourg (1758) ♡ connor kenway / ratonhnhaké:ton supremacy ☝️

୨୧┇ac fanfics/oneshots/drabbles ☆ can i just say how much i enjoy long distance relationship fanfics of shaytham ☆ i think shaytham should get married ☆ i just know haytham would be the type to keep a locket with a picture of shay on it ☆ there's just something so incredibly beautiful about growing old with the one you love. ☆ i just know that if haytham ever knew that his own son was named after his enemy’s deceased child he’d be absolutely enraged. ☆ A Dinner and a Dance ☆ (NSFT) Forgive Me ☆ Haul Away Your Anchor ☆ (NSFT) Sweet Nothings

୨୧┇ac fanart ☾ father and son bonding time ☾ haytham and baby connor ☾ templar!connor's portrait ☾ haytham during his service with the coldstreams ☾ the grandmaster's best wingman: ...his own son ☾ "please don't cry, master kenway..." ☾ shaytham sketches i made at 2am ☾ shay comes home; good old banter ensues ☾ messy sketch of shaytham kissing ☾ a day off. ☾ haytham day 2024! with ziio and connor :D ☾ (NSFT) took the 'hunting dog' title too seriously.. ☾ my blorbo... ☾ connor personalizing his robes ☾ sketches of ratonhnhaké:ton's family ☾ jenny spilling kenway family drama at afternoon tea ☾ they're defo flirting ☾ STOP FLIRTING!!! ☾ slow dancing with shaytham ☾ managing the homestead’s accounts ☾ drew the husbands! ☾ what if connor met jenny at queen anne’s square after haytham’s death? ☾ at the captain’s cabin ☾ the benefits of taking an older woman as a lover ☾ what a charming man! ☾ him <3 ☾ altair and his big, beautiful hazelnut eyes ☾ “let someone else take care of you for once, haytham.” ☾ haytham after sending shay away to find the precursor box

୨୧┇ac fanart (cont.) ☾ "leave this place and never return." ☾ a well-furnished "chest" ☾ smol haytham :3 ☾ connor and shay do the hear me out cake challenge ☾ a glitch in the animus ☾ modern au shaytham (circa 1995) ☾ connor and edward teach haytham how to rig a sail ☾ desecrating making tea with ratonhnhaké:ton ☾ “oh no, he’s hot…” ☾ been playing black flag again and i drew my favorite templar from the game ☾ they obviously have a very professional relationship and definitely don’t fuck in the office- ☾ this was funnier in my head ☾ very old ac fanart ☾ fem! shaytham designs ☾ the desmond files in ac black flag made me so emo ☾ *gasp* haytham being vulnerable?!?!? i can’t believe my eyes!!!! ☾ they’re love rivals ☾ something about connor with green eyes and freckles…. ☾ there. haytham in a maid outfit. ☾ the kenway siblings <3 ☾ ziio and jenny projecting their period cramps onto haytham ☾ just wanted to draw lafayette spoiling connor with gifts lol ☾ belated happy birthday edward kenway ☾ who done transported him into hamilton ☾ beautiful women be upon ye ☾ templar shay growing out his pornstache ☾ pov: your grandmistress is suddenly pregnant and your order’s hunting dog keeps looking at her like she wants that cookie so effing bad ☾ saw this stupid meme on instagram and i had to redraw it ☾ what has achilles been feeding this boy… ☾ go templars go ☾ (NSFT) drops this and fucking dies ☾ ohh he wants him so bad… ☾ headcanon: haytham had sketches of ziio in his journal ﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍ ⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣ ⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢⌢ ﹉﹉﹉﹉﹉୨♡୧﹉﹉﹉﹉﹉ ╰─ ♡ 𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙝 𝙧𝙚𝙫𝙤𝙡𝙪𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 (𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙫) *this includes the napoleonic era btw ୨୧┇frev fanart ☾ more old art with napoleon and josephine ﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍ ⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣

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