#shay cormac/haytham kenway smut

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Day One: Voyeurism

2023 Kinktober Masterlist after October

Synopsis: Shay is back in Boston after finding that bloody box. But Haytham has to attend a high party on the first night the Irishman is back. And out of curiosity, Shay wants to go.

One thing he forgets though is that, Shay can be quite jealous at time.

Word Count: 4.5K

Pairing: Shay Cormac/Haytham Kenway

Notes: Artwork is not mine! It is done by the amazing @pandaaaaaaaaxd and this great artwork inspired me to create this master piece of a fic! So, please enjoy the first day of Kinktober.

Warnings: Voyeurism/Nsfw/Smut/Blowjob/Anal/Jealously/Possessiveness/Biting/Hand job/Man handling/Top!Shay/Bottom!Haytham

Seeing Shay again after so long was almost like seeing a completely different person in his place. Yes, don’t get Haytham wrong, Shay still has his wits and commentary, but his charm has become something more dangerous that his aged features now hold. The grey that now streaks his dark hair is a subtle reminder that none of them will stay young forever. The image that Haytham has had in his head of Shay for nearly two decades now is of this young man who had to grow up too fast. 

But now, the man that joins Haytham to a high party holds himself squared and tall. He wears a blue and brown formal attire, something different to what he arrived in Boston in but similar. Fancier if Haytham has to put it.

But he had forgotten just how the man allured him in the first place. Sitting across from him in the horse carriage is something of a familiarity but also a strange coming. Conversation has been hard to strike up. Only because Haytham isn’t sure where they stand right now. 

Yes, Haytham could just simply ask. But he won’t. It’s not in his nature to do so. 

“So, you escaped France unharmed?” Haytham asks, continuing on with what Shay has just told him. 

The other nods his head softly. “Nobody knew I was there. Since I didn’t come in contact with the French Templars while I was visiting, they wouldn’t be able to give anything up to the Assassins there to track me here.”

Haytham turns his head downwards to try and hide his smile and says, “You’ve done well, Shay.”

Shay sees the smile all the same though. Even years apart, Haytham still has the same mannerisms as when they first met.

“Thank you, sir,” he replies back. 

-

The horse carriage finally comes to a stop outside the manor on the other side of Boston. The both of them could have well walked from where Haytham lives, but the Grandmaster didn’t want to arrive so, mundanely. 

Shay opens the door for Haytham, holding a hand for him once outside. Haytham takes it gingerly as he steps out of the carriage, looking up at the manor ahead. He has only been here once before but that was so long ago. But that was after Shay had left, so the other has not set foot here nor met the host of this party. 

“Why is the party being held?” Shay asks as he clasps his hands behind his back. 

He looks up at the manor, but it isn’t with awe. Somewhere along his journey, he has seen bigger and better. Maybe Haytham will ask where that is later on. 

“I do not know exactly. But Mr Shaw wanted me here,” Haytham replies. 

As if coming out of a daze, Shay returns his attention back to Haytham with a smile. He bows slightly with an outstretched hand. 

“After you then,” he inquires. 

Haytham softly rolls his eyes as he walks forward. The both of them travel side by side up to the front door where the sound of chatter inside becomes louder and louder. Two men stand outside, security by Haytham’s guess. They know Haytham by first glance but they look Shay over with uncertainty. 

The younger one places a hand on Shay’s chest, stopping him. The taller man looks down at the hand that is quickly retracted before flicking his eyes up to the younger. Something almost predator. 

“He’s with me,” Haytham simply says. 

The older steps forward, pushing the younger away with a frown. “I’m sorry, Mr. Kenway. Please head inside and enjoy tonight,” he apologizes. 

The door is opened for them by the idiotic younger man and Haytham steps inside without a thank you or another word. Shay doesn’t even offer a word of acknowledgement either. Yet, as soon as the door closes behind the hunter he can’t help but chuckle to himself. 

“Looked like he was ‘bout to soil himself?” Shay smiles toothily. 

The butler comes up to them and holds out his hands for their coats. Shay shimmies his off, leaving him in just a pale blue vest and a frilled white dress shirt that Haytham has to not stare at. 

“It was amusing,” Haytham agrees as he declines with his own coat. 

He doesn’t want to spend too long here. In all honesty, he wanted to spend tonight at home talking to Shay about his time away and catch up in other manners. He had forgotten about the event until Mr. Shaw’s personal butler had come around and asked if he was still coming. Shay had insisted, wanting to see what Haytham had been up to in these years. 

So, one could say they’re here because the curiosity got to Shay. And he doesn’t seem to hide it these days. Everything that grabs his interest or is new, he wants to know more. Maybe that’s just him realizing in his young age that he’s getting too old to let things pass these days. Or maybe he’s been hunting for that damn box for too long. 

That thought brings a pit of something into Haytham’s gut as the butler directs them to where everyone is. The gathering is out the back of the mansion where the garden is. It’s busy and there are more people here than he expected. He stops mid walk on the back porch, before the stairs that lead down to the garden and grazes the area. He can’t spot the host and that alone bugs him. 

There’s a big patio in the middle of the garden where a band plays some soft music that try and lighten the mood. The garden goes further out down a path way to the right and Haytham does not want to start a search to look for the host. The last thing he wants to be doing tonight. 

“Sir?” Shay asks suddenly. 

Haytham realizes he’s been spacing out and looks down to Shay at the bottom of the stairs. He holds out a hand to him with a slightly cocked brow. Haytham, is very charmed by this. But Shay is forgetting himself here. He’s being a little too comfortable. 

He walks right past Shay, ignoring the hand. 

Haytham does notice it takes a while for Shay to come by his side again. The frown on his features doesn’t go unnoticed from the corner of Haytham’s eye. 

“I forgot to ask who’s the host,” Shay picks up conversation. 

“Mr Leviticus Shaw. He’s not one of us but he does help our course and knows who we are,” Haytham explains. 

“Interesting fellow?” 

“Not the slightest. A proper British man. Cocky and egotistical” Haytham scowls as he stops in the middle of a path way. 

They haven’t even left the main part of the garden and he’s still not seeing anyone he knows. There’s butler’s moving out with trays of food and drinks and none of them have come over to see him. He needs a drink or something, or anything to get through tonight. 

“Sir, it sounds like you’re calling the kettle black there?” Shay asks but with a little too much grunt in it for Haytham’s liking. 

He looks to the Irishman out of the corner of his eye with furrowed brows. Shay looks away as if he didn’t make the comment. A butler comes around with champagne and Shay takes two glasses off smoothly. He offers one to Haytham with a sly smile, trying to win him back a little too quickly.  

Haytham takes it though, sniffing it before downing it in one go. He returns the glass to Shay all while the other gently sips out of his own. 

Finally, Leviticus Shaw comes into view and Haytham rushes forward. Maybe he can say his hellos and be on his way. He’s with two other men he doesn’t know but Haytham doesn’t care. Shaw is in sight. 

Shaw sees him first and his expression widens. “Mr Kenway! It is good to know you have come!” He exclaims as he shakes the others hand. 

Leviticus Shaw is a tall stocky man with an ego to match. He isn’t much to look that but it’s his wealth and contacts that has him in best interest with the Templars. And Shaw knows that and likes to twirl Haytham around his fingers. Which Haytham does not like. 

“I thought I’d come to say hello and be on my way,” Haytham starts and goes to continue his sentence but Shaw cuts him off. 

“Oh! Do you have somewhere else to be?” Shaw asks with a frown. “Tonight is meant to be something for my son. Have you met, William?”

Haytham shakes his head as he says, “No, I haven’t had the pleasure too.”

“Oh you best meet him!” 

Shaw excuses himself from the other two men he’s with and begins walking with Haytham with a hand on his shoulder. 

“He’s celebrating buying the horse track down in Boston. We should go there sometime,” Shaw says with a smile on his face. 

But it’s not something that meets his eyes. The pride he shows for his son isn’t real. All to do with the family name that follows him that he has to be proud of. 

“I might not be able to go. I have other matters on my hand, Shaw,” Haytham objects kindly. 

Shaw stops dead, the hand on his shoulder travelling down to Haytham’s waist. The touch doesn’t go unnoticed and Haytham takes a small step back out of Shaw’s touch. 

“That Templar business getting in the way?” Shaw asks in a hushed tone. 

“No,” Haytham simply says. “As I said, I’m only staying here for a simple hello, Shaw.”

Haytham takes a quick look behind him at Shay, who in return is staring right back at him. Two dark eyes over the top of his champagne glass that feel like ice on his shoulders. He turns his attention back to Shaw who is looking over Haytham’s shoulder. 

“I need to be off,” he inquires. 

“My son will be disappointed if you don’t meet him,” Shaw argues back with a smile. 

Unfortunately, Haytham can’t decline in worries of breaking their current alliance with the man. He follows Shaw to meet his son, William and it’s quick and simple.

 But shortly, other woman and men come up to Haytham that he has never met before but they seem to know a lot about him. They touch and laugh with Haytham and touch. May it be hand on the shoulder or arm, or a hand on his back that will move down to just above his hip before it starts to be too noticeable. 

Flirting isn’t something that Haytham is good at. Never has been and doesn’t seem to want to learn any time soon. He wishes he listened closely to his teachers when he was young at being a gentlemen. Allowing one to be charming and endearing at the same time. Haytham would say he is charming, but others would say he’s just stoic and looking for his next meal. 

But for some reason Shaw’s mother-in-law has taken an interest in Haytham tonight. She hugs his arm closely and she has a grip that says she isn’t letting go any time soon. He has forgotten her name even though she introduced herself twice just before. 

“I have a young daughter I would like you to meet, Mr Kenway,” she begins again as Haytham tries to escape. 

For the first time tonight, true fear settles in. 

Just as Haytham thinks he’s going to die here and now, Shay appears before him. The mother-in-law looks him up and down and loosens her grip on the Grandmaster. Obviously, she has seen something more worth while than himself. At this given moment, Shay’s charm is a blessing. 

“Hellooo, and who may you be?” She asks with a wrinkled smile. 

Shay returns with a charismatic grin. “Mr. Cormac, ma’am.”

The mother-in-law lets go of Haytham finally and holds out her hand, in which Shay takes and kisses the back of. 

“What a sweetheart, you know this one Mr. Kenway?” She asks, not taking her eyes off of her new piece of meat. 

“Yes, I do,” Haytham answers as he keeps his distance from her. 

He doesn’t want to be in her grasp for a second longer. 

“And you didn’t introduce me to him? What a crime, Mr Kenway!” She exclaims. 

Shay cuts in though, saving the night, “I do apologize for our short meeting, ma’am, but I have to take Mr. Kenway here off your hands,” he queries. “I need to speak to him in private.”

There must be something about the way Shay talks, or the way he looks at her that has her immediately handing over Haytham.  

“Oh, I’ll let you two men talk then. I’ll come back for you, Mr. Cormac,” she says before wandering off for her next victim. 

“Good night,” Haytham says his goodbyes before turning his attention to Shay. 

And the charm that Shay had, well, Haytham quickly realizes what is it with the slight sway as he stands. Shay steps forward and hooks his arm in Haytham’s. He smells of wine, but he isn’t drunk. Maybe tipsy, but Haytham knows that he isn’t easy to get drunk.

Shay suddenly leans in Haytham’s ear and mumbles, “The drinks are cheap here and I want my coat.”

“Why I beg ask?” 

“It’s getting chilly.” He mopes. 

That is something of a lie because the man is radiating heat like a fire beside Haytham. Shay leads them back across the garden to the manor with a tight grip on his arm, almost worse than that mother-in-law. 

Once inside the manor, Shay doesn’t head to the front door. There are no visitors inside, only a couple of butlers. Shay stops in his tracks and looks around, thoughts running a mile behind those eyes. 

“What are you up to, Shay?” Haytham finally asks. 

He doesn’t pull from the man’s grip but waits for an answer. Shay looks down his nose at him in return. 

“I’ve been watching you the entire night, Haytham,” he answers lowly. 

“Oh?” 

Shay suddenly moves, walking Haytham down a hallway with no butlers. Then, with no warning Haytham is being pushed up against the wall closest to him with no escape. He goes along with it though, his eyes never leaving Shay once as he towers over him. 

“You leave me alone all night so I have to watch from a far as people put their hands all over you,” Shay mumbles deeply in Haytham’s ear. 

“You’re the one that insisted we come,” he points out. 

One of Shay’s hands swivels around the small of Haytham’s waist while the other comes up and cups his face. This sort of touch is so much more welcome to all the other people tonight. The people that may well get their hands on him tonight did it because they could, not because they wanted to. This, this is a want on the verge of desperation. 

“I have realized that I don’t fancy these types of parties,” Shay answers a little sadly that has Haytham grinning. 

Oh, what a jealous man Shay can be.  

With a hand loosening salt and pepper hair, Haytham brings Shay down for a kiss. The kiss is meant to be soft and passionate but it quickly becomes desperate from both sides. Slender fingers slowly undo Haytham’s coat buttons one by one. All so that Shay can hold his waist steady against the wall. 

Almost as the thought comes through Haytham’s mind, footsteps come into ear shot. Haytham’s blood runs cold, his heart jumping into his throat, and he pushes Shay off all together. Even if the butler’s don’t see them doing ungodly things, people aren’t dumb when they see dishevelled hair and half undone clothes. 

Haytham tries to make himself presentable again, not wanting any sort of rumour to get out about him. Because one thing he knows is that butlers and maids talk. 

But Shay has other plans. He grabs Haytham’s little red ribbon that stays around his neck and pulls him forward into the nearest room. Literally the closest door across the hallway that luckily wasn’t locked. 

A hand on Haytham’s chest keeps him against the wall next to the door all while Shay peeps out of it. Watching as the two employee’s of Shaw walk past, their voices fading away. 

“You’re lucky,” Haytham hushes. 

The shit eating grin that Shay sends his way is enough to make Haytham want to hit him. Shay leaves the door open a crack before returning to Haytham. They haven’t even gone any further into this office room, still standing right next to the door. A small dresser digs into the left side of Haytham’s hip. 

“Close the door, Shay,” Haytham snaps firmly. 

The other shakes his head as he comes face to face with his Grandmaster again. “Someone needs to keep an eye out,” is all he says before capturing Haytham in another kiss. 

When Shay had arrived back, there had only been time to talk and report and speak about their lives away. There had been no time for this. Haytham was hoping to allure Shay when they were home again. As much as this has Haytham’s heart beating loudly in his chest and throat and a thrill rushing over his skin, the anticipation of waiting for someone to open that door fully for someone to walk in on them is deafening. Which, only has him wanting to continue on. See how far they can get before someone notices something is up.  

The hand on his chest travels down to Haytham’s crotch, cupping and kneading. Haytham’s hands come to the small of Shay’s waist, a small gasp leaving his mouth as he pulls away slightly from their kiss. Shay’s mouth comes to his neck and a buzz runs down Haytham’s spine that goes straight to his dick. 

Shay’s hand leaves his crotch, for the moment all so that he can relieve Haytham of his coat. It drops heavily at his feet and for a second Haytham thinks someone would have heard. But Shay continues mouthing at his neck and palming his dick through his pants that the worry is quickly forgotten. 

The sound that escapes Haytham as teeth sink down into the soft part of his neck is choked off at the sudden realization that someone can hear him. Haytham waits for someone to come barging in, shouting and gasping at the sight of the Grandmaster Templar of the Colonial Rite. He tries to control his breathing but it is very hard when Shay is all over his body and knows what makes Haytham groan. Even after being years part, Shay hasn’t forgotten. 

But when no one comes, Haytham can’t help but release a short chortle. In return, Shay chuckles deeply against his skin. 

“Worried, Haytham?” Shay asks as he meets his gaze. 

Haytham scoffs. “You play a dangerous game,” he answers lowly. 

Shay grins again as he moves down his body, trailing kisses over his chest and stomach. All until Shay is on his knees in front of Haytham with his hands wrapped around his hips. A breathy exhale comes from Haytham’s parted mouth at such a sight. 

It makes him wonder how he got probably one of the most dangerous Templars in America to be so loyal to him. To devote himself to Haytham. To be allured by Haytham that he is deprived when he is not around. How did Shay last so many years away when right now it seems he can’t go a second without touching him. 

Shay begins to undo his belt and pants with nimble fingers. At this point Haytham can’t get his breathing under control or quiet enough to his liking. A choked groan escapes his throat as his cock is exposed to Shay’s hot breath, his pants pulled down just enough so free himself. His touch has Haytham’s legs shaking and by God has he missed the other. He holds onto the wall for support as he watches the head of his dick disappear around Shay’s already rosy lips. 

He tries to buck his hips forward but Haytham quickly realizes that Shay’s mission is to keep him pinned to the wall. His thumbs dig into his hips, holding him in place as he works his mouth around Haytham. Sucking and swallowing down more and more into his hot mouth until his nose is buried into greying pubes. Then he pops off the end of Haytham’s dick all to come back and mouth the head while making eye contact with him before repeating the process. The look alone has Haytham’s knees shaking, and if Shay wasn’t holding onto his so tightly, then he knows for a fact he would be on falling to the ground. His body his buzzing and Haytham can’t help the small pants that escape his mouth. 

A hand comes to Shay’s hair, gripping tightly but Haytham doesn’t dare push him down onto his cock. Even though the tightness in his gut is getting unforgiveable and his knees feel like buckling under him, he controls himself. 

But as much as Haytham wants to continue he pulls Shay off of him quickly by his hair at the sound of more footsteps. Shay looks up at him past hooded eyes, his mouth agape with saliva dribbling down his chin. He’s such a pretty sight but all Haytham can think about is the person outside. Haytham watches the light coming through the gap in the door flicker as someone passes by. They’re in a hurry and they pass by quickly without a concern for any noises going on his the mansion. 

Shay stands to his feet while wiping his mouth and pulls Haytham forward by his collar for a kiss. The muskiness that Haytham can taste is himself but it’s almost intoxicating. Haytham gets lost in the kiss, forgetting where he is until Shay pulls away. 

“I have missed you dearly, Haytham,” Shay breathes out. 

Haytham licks his lips and swallows. He honestly doesn’t know what to say to that. But Shay doesn’t want an answer, he doesn’t need one to know what Haytham is thinking. That Haytham has yearned for him over these passing years. And he couldn’t answer if he wanted to because Shay presses his fingers to Haytham’s mouth before pushing two digits in. 

“Make them nice and wet for me,” Shay whispers lowly. 

As much as Haytham wants to bite down on the fingers in his mouth purely out of spite, he’s too caught up in the moment. He licks and sucks at the fingers in his mouth, making sure to lather them up as much as he can with his own spit. Shay pushes in a little further, watching Haytham with dark eyes as if waiting for a reaction. And he gets one, going a little too far and triggering his gag reflex. Haytham chokes lightly and grabs Shay’s wrist with a deadly grip. 

Shay pulls his fingers out with a trail of saliva connecting them to Haytham’s lips. “Apologies,” he smirks. 

But he should be apologizing again as he flips Haytham around so that his face is against the wall. Shay shuffles his pants down a little further so that is ass is on display. 

“Can’t we further this when we get home?” Haytham asks as he moves so his forehead is resting against the wall. 

He doesn’t move though, or push Shay away as the man leans into his ear as he whispers, “I can’t wait the long ride back. Not with what you’ve done to me tonight.” His slicked fingers press against Haytham’s hole, hesitating. “I also have plans when we get home, but these aren’t it. You just had to go and be the charming man you are with everyone around you. Making me jealous and bothered.”

Haytham’s reply gets caught in his throat as a finger is pushed into him. He gasps out but a hand is quickly slapped over his mouth with his face angled upwards. He tries to look at Shay but all he can see is the fucking gap in the door and a sliver of the hallway. He breathes heavily through his nose as Shay works him open, entering another finger with the first. 

“Have you let anyone here touch you like I have?” Shay asks another question in his ear, his voice like gravel. 

Haytham gives a small shake of his head as all he can do is grip the wall in front of him. His dick rubs against the wall and is the only sense of friction he’s going to give himself. Otherwise he’s going to be done before Shay gets started. And he doesn’t want to ruin that for the man. But the dark chuckle that comes from Shay might be enough. 

When Shay is content with his work, Haytham feels a little empty, a little exposed when his fingers leave him. But it’s soon replaced with the head of Shay’s cock. He pushes in slowly and it’s painful at first, leaving Haytham to groan and huff behind Shay’s hand. But Shay waits a moment, waiting for Haytham to relax before moving again. He may be desperate, but he isn’t a monster. 

Shay holds onto Haytham as he fucks him with an even pace, slowly pushing in further inch by inch. He pants in Haytham’s ear, grunting every so often and the noises go straight to his cock. 

As much as he wants to hold on, it’s Shay’s hand slithering around his waist to his cock that unravels him. He comes hard and if Shay wasn’t holding him up, he’d have fallen to the ground. His vision goes spotty and he holds onto the wall for support. 

Shay rides himself through Haytham’s orgasm, becoming more and more noisy as he chases his own high. He uncovers Haytham’s mouth and both hands come and hold his waist, bring Haytham back to meet his cock as he thrusts forward. 

It starts to become a bit much for Haytham as he comes down from his high. He grinds his teeth as everything begins to become a little too sensitive. Luckily though, Shay comes forward and grabs his chest from behind as he buries in dick into Haytham and comes in his ass. His whole body shakes as he holds Haytham in place, his hips rutting as he goes through his own orgasm. Looks like Shay was trying to hold out as long as he could as well but failed. 

The two stay still for just a moment as Haytham lets Shay collect himself. The party can still be heard going on outside and Haytham quickly realizes where they are again. As Shay slips out of him, Haytham turns his head to looks out the door slowly. 

The air in his lungs get caught as he meets a pair of prying eyes. As soon as Haytham spots them, they’re already darting off. Maybe, Haytham should have protested a little more about having the door open.           

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❝𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐬❞ ✠ 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐲 𝐏𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐂𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐜

Inspired by “Army Dreamers” by Kate Bush // Best viewed in dark mode

Shay was scared to admit that he had fallen for Liam’s younger sister, he planned to take his secret to the grave and he succeeded for while until he found you years later, this time, possibly on the opposite sides.

Paring ➳ Shay Cormac x Liam’s Sister!Reader

Content Warnings ➳ Female Reader/Assassin Reader, typical Assassin's Creed violence, blood, assassinations, sexual content, death, murder, other tags to be added...

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𝐎𝐧𝐞 ✠ ❝𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐒𝐚𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬❞

𝐓𝐰𝐨 ✠ ❝𝐖𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐔𝐧𝐢𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐚𝐬 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐅𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞❞

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𝐅𝐢𝐯𝐞 ✠ ❝𝐀𝐫𝐦𝐲 𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐬❞

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MTMTE/LL (IDW) 🪐

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

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

Beast Wars 🏞️

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

(No smut for Rhinox or Rattrap)

Rise of the Beasts 🏕️

-Optimus Prime, Arcee, Bumblebee, Mirage

-Optimus Primal, Airazor, Cheetor, Rhinox

War for Cybertron 🌀

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

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

-Ratchet

-Soundwave

(Again no smut for Rhinox or Rattrap)

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

👔Criminal Minds👔

-Aaron Hotchner

-Derek Morgan

-Spencer Reid

🌋Pacific Rim🌋

-Chuck Hansen

-Raleigh Beckett

🌄Red Dead Redemption 2 🌄

-Arthur Morgan

-John Marston

-Charles Smith

-Javier Escuella

-Sean Mcguire

-Kieran Duffy

-Hosea Matthews

-Josiah Trelawny

(Strictly no smut for Kieran or Hosea.)

*🐀🐢TMNT🐢🐀*

Rise 2018-2022

-Leonardo, Raphael, Donatello, Mikealangelo

-April O'Neil, Casey Jones

Rise 2012-2017

-Leonardo, Raphael, Donatello, Mikealangelo

📜🔦 Supernatural 🔦📜

-Dean Winchester

-Sam Winchester

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

🥪🕊️ Team Fortress 2 🕊️🥪

-Scout

-Soldier

-Pyro

-Demoman

-Heavy

-Engineer

-Medic

-Sniper

-Spy

(No smut or spice for pyro)

🗡️ Kingsman 🗡️

-Gary 'Eggsy' Unwin

-Harry Hart

-Merlin

-Whiskey

-Tequila

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

🪶 Assassin's Creed 🪶

-Ezio Auditore da Firenze

-Conner/Ratonhnhaké:ton

-Haytham Kenway

-Edward James Kenway

-Shay Patrick Cormac

-Arno Victor Dorian

-Jacob Frye

-Evie Frye

(No smut for Evie)

😵‍💫 Marvel 😵‍💫

Spider people 🕸️

-Miles Morales (1610 & 42)

-Hobie Brown

-Webslinger

-Spiderman Noir

-Miguel O'Hara *

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

The Avengers 🦾 *

-Steve Rogers/Captain America

-Bucky Barnes/The Winter Soldier

-Tony Stark/Iron man

-Thor

-Clint Barton/Hawkeye

-Sam Wilson/The Falcon

Others 🌃 *

-Matt Murdock/The Daredevil

💙 Detroit: Become Human 💙

-Hank Anderson

-Connor (RK800)

-Markus (RK200)

-Luther (TR400)

🍷 Stardew Valley 🍷

-Sam

-Sebastian

-Elliott

-Shane

-Harvey

-Magnus (The Wizard)

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

📦🧩 Miscellaneous 👾📦

-Owen Grandy (From Juarrsic Park)

-John wick (From John Wick)

-Neo/Thomas Anderson (From The Matrix)

-Marty Mcfly (From Back to the Future)

-Ratchet (From Ratchet & Clank)

-Crash (From Crash Bandicoot)

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

-Maximus Decimus Meridius (From Gladiator)

-Joel Miller (From The Last Of Us)

-Martin Riggs (From Lethal Weapon)

-Deacon st John (From Days Gone)

Do's & Don'ts

✅Do's ✅

-Sfw & Nsfw 💅

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

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

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

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

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

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

❌Don'ts❌

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Requesting

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

When requesting;

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

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

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

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

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

[writingsofanobsessedwoman]

Just a reminder here that I do take requests and such! You don't have to, but below I will leave a list of series and characters I feel comfortable writing for, as well as what I will not write. I don't bite, so feel free to ask me stuff!

Assassin's Creed

Shay Cormac

Haytham Kenway

Edward Kenway

Mary Read/James Kidd (I use gn pronouns for them, but I can happily write a male! or female! version)

Ezio Auditore

Leonardo Da Vinci

Jacob Frye

Henry Green

Arno Dorian

Red Dead Redemption

Any character here is good with me

Call of Duty

Simon "Ghost" Riley

John "Soap" Mactavish

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

König

Jonathan Price

Phillip Graves

Marvel Cinematic Universe

Basically all characters as long as I know them

Some Animes,TV Shows, and Games

Dragon Ball (and its various titles)

Attack on Titan (so long as I know the character well enough)

Luck and Logic

Avatar

Legend of Korra

Legend of Zelda

Skyrim

NCIS: New Orleans

Criminal Minds

Supernatural

FBI

Things I will NOT write

Smut

Anything where a character or the reader is under 18 unless it's a "childhood friend to lover" trope

[diaco1968]

Creed

Shay xreaderx Haytham

One summer passed and I couldn't get the thought of this imagine out of my head, so here it is.

Warnings! Lemon/smut, bj, unprotected seggs, a bit of man handling, crappy writing

"Hello (y/n). Have I kept you waiting for long? You must excuse me. So unlike myself."

You looked up from your place leaning back on the wall, giving him a sharp glare.

"Exactly. What have you going on this time Shay?"

Despite your harsh glare he had a soft kind smile on his face that did not waver even the slightest bit. You trusted him but you were still wary around him. They called him a traitor for a reason after all.

"You know I can't be seen with you. The other Assassin's will get suspicious."

"I've been careful, don't worry."

He was closing in on you and you knew it so you stood up straight and held your nose up looking at him defensively.

"What are you getting so close to me for, templar? Something on my face?"

"Getting quite close to (y/n), aren't you Shay?"

His shoulders couldn't get any more tense as his eyes snapped up at the grand master from his half full mug of ale. Master Kenway had stopped him after everyone had left already. What he was going to talk about hadn't been worrisome to Shay for he had done nothing wrong.

Up until he mentioned your name.

That's when his heart dropped.

He still hadn't done anything wrong, particularly. But he was no fool either. He knew he shouldn't have been partaking with the old enemy from the beginning but this one person. This one headstrong assassin. She brought back remnants of his past self he didnt know he needed and so he chose to close his eyes to it and just enjoy the moment while he could. And here he was his self made luck finally running out.

He watched the grand master deciding to remain silent for the lack of any good reply. Fortunately Kenway continued not needing a reply. Of course. He knew already.

"It is quite a surprise to me, you do not show any sign of wanting to go back."

"I don't know what you're talking about, master Kenway. If I've done something wrong-"

"You are no idiot Shay, you know exactly what I'm talking about. And you also know that you've done absolutely nothing wrong."

Shay shut his mouth and offered his best neutral confused look.

"You've been judged time and again and proven yourself smart and loyal over and over, so I'm pretty confident when I say you aren't the one who's done something wrong."

"Yeah there is, that cute smug expression."

He stopped right in front of you, his broad looming figure casting an extra shadow over your smaller form as he reached out and cupped your cheek, crashing his lips onto yours. You squirmed uncomfortably, your guilt and conscience eating away at your nerves, but he didn't pull back so you just decided to melt into him as you gave in to his greedy grabby hands.

He grabbed at your neck, then your arms, your waist, until he gripped your hips and pressed you back into the brick wall firmly locking you in place with his own body leaning into you, all the while his lips moving against yours like he wanted to mould you both into one.

"Shay..."

You pulled back with a breathless sigh and a dizzy head, needing air and his lips not disconnecting from you for a second, moved down the corner of your mouth and settled in the crook of your neck.

"Hmmm?"

"We can't do this now... I need to go..."

Your tone was familiar and a small smirk creeped onto his face as he gripped the back of your neck, knowing you wouldn't stand still, as his teeth clamped down on the soft skin over the length of your neck. You squeaked, your hands pushing against his chest in a futile attempt to make him let go. He chuckled at your struggle and wrapped his fingers around your neck, firm enough to restrict your air and surprise you when he slammed you back against the wall.

"But do you really want to stop this and go?"

You could still breathe so it wasn't a dire situation but Shay had never treated you like this. He was not asking for you like his usual self, he was demanding, with a dominance you found familiar, and at the same time, not quite.

You didn't want him to stop.

You looked up at him with big pleading eyes trying to bat your lashes at him and get on his good side without needing to further humiliate yourself. He wouldn't do that to you. He wasn't a certain someone else-

"Would be a shame if this was to stop now, whatever this is."

You could swear you instantly paled as the velvety voice of the templar grand master draped over you like a heavy blanket. It wasn't like you were doing anything wrong. After all you were just doing what you had been ordered to do... right?

"I'm willing to make an exception and share."

Shay frowned not having expected that of all things. He found that very odd.

"I don't mean to sound ungrateful or anything, headmaster. But... that sounds terrifying..."

Haytham laughed as he stood up to walk casually towards Shay with his signature hands-hooked-behind-his-back walk. He put a firm heavy hand on Shay's shoulder.

"Consider it a reverse of roles. (Y/n) has been playing the both of us, I say it is time we thought her a good lesson."

Shay wasn't sure how he felt about the whole thing. He had suspected what you were doing from the moment you started showing the slightest bit of interest, but to be told so bluntly that all you were doing was spying on him kinda hurt. That not only he was your play thing, he was not even the only one.

Was all you said and did a pleasant unfair act? And the fact he was given a chance to get back at you for it by the grand master himself. He couldn't understand if he was being dragged into a thicker plot that he couldn't comprehend or if all the facts were laid before him bare and straight. Something told him this was the last time he'd get to be close to you without consequences and he didn't want to miss it.

You didn't know whether to push Shay away or hide behind him, break your role or keep pretending, if you were pretending anymore at all, but he stepped away giving you no choice but to face the amused looking grand master of the templars, Haytham Kenway as he stalked closer ever so gracefully like a predator ready to play with his trapped prey.

"I see you have gotten quite creative in your methods. Never have I seen you so handsy during a mission. Or is it that you just tend to like templars a lot, little Assassin."

Your eyes darted between the two templars, sensing that you've screwed up. The two were close allies  friends even, but you've never seen them operate together. At least not in a long while. And what were the chances they were on an important mission right  now? Very very slim. Your mouth opened but you didn't know what to say.

"Doesn't happen often that you are so quite. Cat got your tongue? Or was it someone else, (y/n)."

Haytham glanced at Shay for a brief second and you cleared your throat and attempted to speak.

"I didn't know you were in the area, master Kenway."

"Or you wouldn't have given me your precious time?"

You looked at Shay feeling like you didn't approach the topic the right way.

"That's not what I said!"

"What would you have done if you'd known. Send me a vip invite?"

Haytham looked smugger than his usual self and it was getting on your nerves.

"I wouldn't get in any of your ways gentlemen. In fact I'm going to be off and on my way right about ... now."

You launched yourself to the other side dodging Haytham who seemed way too nonchalant. You realised why, when you crashed into Shay and his arms locked around you tightly. You couldn't take 2 master templars at once. You looked up at Shay pleadingly but he didn't look happy with you either. Your heart was pounding in your chest and he was holding you so tight he could probably feel it against his own.

"Sorry (y/n) but you've crossed the line this time."

You really didn't mean to cheat either of them and you technically weren't because it wasn't like you had anything with either of them anyway. You just really couldn't choose between them. You didn't think they would mind so much that they would gang up on you.

"I didn't know there was a line!"

"You have better manners than that. Or is it that your creed has finally started to corrupt you."

Haytham appeared behind you out of nowhere burying his nose in your hair and taking a long deep inhale as he locked eyes with Shay.

"Don't you worry, we're going to fuck the creed right out of you."

The deep cold growl Haytham let out in your ear made cold shivers run down your spine. You had heard this only once before and it ended oh so blissfully painful for you that time.

"Fuck! I haven't done anything wrong!"

Shay grabbed your hips and turned you around as Haytham gripped your jaw tightly, holding your face close to his. He glanced at your lips before scoffing and glaring into your eyes. He didn't kiss you. Of course. He barely kissed you even when you hadn't just had another man's lips on yours. You smirked at him.

"Is there a problem, sir?"

And he didn't like that.

"There are better things your filthy little mouth can be put to. If you don't mind, Shay?"

"By all means, be my guest."

Shay was thinking about the kind of dynamics you two had going on. He never got a 'sir' out of you. Not that he was really into that. But he was still curious if it was your thing or the grand master's and he had a pretty safe bet he knew who.

He watched as Haytham carded his fingers through your hair before grabbing a fist full and bending you down roughly, you gasped grabbing at his robes while bumping and grinding your ass back onto Shay, who bit his lower lip at the sudden contact. His hands grabbing on your waist to steady you.

"Open up."

You looked up at Haytham with pursed lips then at his crotch all the while wiggling your butt onto Shay. There was no way Haytham would forgive you any time soon so getting back on Shay's good side was your best bet for now. Yet he was reluctant to do anything else other than receive your little humps. Was he watching you and Haytham?

The thought excited you somehow and you found yourself smirking as your hands moved over to Haytham's pants, undoing them and slipping him out.

"Wow, you really are mad at me..."

"You have no idea, madame."

You pouted looking up at him through your lashes as you gave his barely hard cock a little lick.

He looked down on you face not changing at all. Shay usually rewarded you. You hummed as you wrapped your lips around the side of Haytham's cock, tongue darting out underneath, turning your neck to look at Shay and wiggling your ass again. Shay looked like he was in a trance, eyes glued onto you as he watched your tongue and lips work.

You were interrupted by the sharp sting of your scalp as Haytham gripped and tugged your head back in place firmly.

"What I believe she is trying to say is don't just stand there Shay, give her some attention."

You whimpered in agreement and Shay broke out of his trance finally starting to get rid of your pants.

"Oh sorry master Kenway, I didn't know we were doing this at the same time..."

"You thought I brought you here to stare at my cock?"

"No, sir."

Shay chuckled at Haytham's scoff. This was the most disheveled he had seen the master templar and it seemed quite amusing to him, somewhat funny even.

You didnt have much time between choking on Haytham's full length and your pants pooling by your ankles when Shay's cock slipped between your folds, your back arching in reflex as you gasped around Haytham. He huffed from the sensation but he wasn't satisfied.

"Do not treat her so gently Shay, this is a punishment."

Shay smirked feeling you tense up and held you even tighter.

"Sorry sweetheart, you heard the grand master."

Just as Shay thrusted himself into you, Haytham tugged you off of his cock, not that you dared bite him but he didnt want to test your limits. His hand covered the scream that ripped out of your mouth shushing you and wiping away the tears that slid down your lashes.

"Assassin's are supposed to be quiet. Are you going to be quiet now?"

You nodded your head sniffing as he removed his hand from your mouth. Shay had already rolled his hips a few times and you were getting accustomed to his width, his thrusts became brutal and forceful as he grabbed the back of your neck, fucking your cunt and pressing your face onto Haytham's dick that you were too busy mewling loudly to do anything about. It wasn't long before you were fluttering around his length, all the pent up tension had your cunt gushing and pumping out the fluids that dripped down the inside of your thighs. Shay wasn't done with you yet but looking at the way you were bent and grasping around for balance on shaky legs, and the way Haytham had been left out, he had better ideas. He pulled out of you again and you glanced at him as he sat on the ground, pulling you down over himself, in a way now you were sitting on his crotch, facing Haytham.

Haytham was soon to catch on as he stood over you.

"I get no say in this punishment, do I?"

You whined feeling your pussy pulsing lightly. You placed your hands on Shay's thighs as you grabbed his cock and placed it at your entrance, sliding back down on it slowly, hearing Shay grunt deeply for the first time as your walls wrapped around him tightly.

Haytham was at the end of his patience with you as he yanked your head back by the hair, receiving an apologetic look that he didn't care enough for as he shoved his cock back in your wet warm mouth.

You swallowed around his head, your throat wrapping around it tightly and he hissed making you feel extremely satisfied with yourself. At the same time you raised your hips and slammed back down onto Shay, hearing his breath catch in his throat.

These men thought you were their toy.

These arrogant Templars.

You smirked internally as you set up a pace that had Shay clutching your hips barely able to breathe, watching you drench his cock in your juices and then the whole thing disappearing between your cheeks. Your bouncing helped you set the pace on Haytham's cock as well. His cock met the back of your throat and your tight swallowing when ever Shay's was just about to slip out of your slick cunt, and you made sure to suck and hollow your cheeks around him every time Shay sunk back into you balls deep.

The vibrations from your moans were a bonus for the older man too as you found an angle at which Shay's girth made you see white and rubbed against it every time. But before that you would make at least one of these men cum.

They had other plans however. Especially Haytham who seemed to know your dirty mind a little better. You were being punished after all.

He pulled himself out of your mouth and stepped away, grabbing his shaft and resuming your pace, using his hand.

"What! No-"

"Punishment (y/n). You've done nothing to get rewarded for. Finish off Shay."

In a blink you were on the ground, face down, ass up as Shay started pounding you. Your moans coming out in ragged breaths as you clawed at the floor, your walls beginning to clench around the brutal onslaught of Shay's thrusts. Just as your eyes were about to roll back in your head, Shay pulled out of you, your walls painfully trying to clench around something to chase the orgasm they've been denied, to no avail. You whined in protest as he finished himself off on the ground, just like Haytham with his smug look as he knew he had denied you your prize.

You glared up at him as you collected yourself off of the ground scooting away from the both of them suddenly feeling the exhaustion.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to cheat you both... but you are both assholes..."

Shay chuckled as he handed you your discarded pants that you snatched away stubbornly. Haytham only offered one of his cruel smiles.

"Oh no, there seems to be some creed remaining in her. We need to fix that."

"I say we get to it right away, sir."

[kiatheinsomniac]

𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐍'𝐒 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐃 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓:

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥  queue name: resting in the café theatre

𝐆𝐎𝐃𝐒 𝐀𝐔:

｡･:*˚:✧｡ encyclopaedia, the realms, the myths

masterlist of posts

𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐍'𝐒 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐃 𝐈:

｡･:*˚:✧｡ altaïr ibn-la’ahad

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ altaïr ibn-la’ahad

five times you almost kissed and one time that you did

cinnamon and lavender 

dry your eyes | ko-fi reward

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐙𝐈𝐎 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍:

｡･:*˚:✧｡ ezio auditore

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥  ezio auditore

undercover escape

come to bed

rooftop confessions

Ezio as a jealous lover headcanons

the party

when the party’s over

away from the parties

womaniser

seeing you in a tank top and shorts headcanons

Ezio comforting your insecurity

innocence and experience  | smut

5 times you almost kissed and the time that you did

feeling good | smut

feeling good II | smut

gods au: Ezio

gods au: Ezio II | smut

gods au: Ezio III 

yandere! Ezio headcanons

I know that face (strange though it seems)

branches of the brotherhood

a welcoming embrace

consequences of an affair 

that four-letter acronym  | modern AU, dad! Ezio, daughter! Reader)

If you need me, I’ll be there 

I hate knowing that you’re hurt and there’s nothing I can do

Ezio meets a hijabi! reader | headcanons

show my face?  | gn! reader

more than earned it | smut

𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐍'𝐒 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐈𝐈:

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

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥  connor kenway | ratonhnhaké:ton

first times | smut

sub! Connor | headcanons, smut

I don’t ever want to leave this cave  | smut

homestead skillsets 

Connor with a musical s/o | headcanons

rut | wolf hybrid! Connor, smut

day’s hunt | ko-fi reward

breaking down walls

of sailors, of mer | lunar raffle, mermaid! reader

this life is mine | smut

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥  haytham kenway

coming home late

rescue

yandere, romantic! Haytham | headcanons

𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐍'𝐒 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐕: 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐆:

｡･:*˚:✧｡ edward kenway, james kidd | mary read, 

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥  edward kenway

thine honour 

the cruise  | smut

gods au: Edward

adrift

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥  james kidd | mary read

just the two of us

just go back to sleep, I promise to be here when you wake up

just go back to sleep II

what a day

the diver  | mermaid! reader

you can keep it down | smut

a siren’s song | smut, x oc

a siren’s song II | smut, x oc

little boat | ko-fi reward

𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐍'𝐒 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐃: 𝐑𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄:

｡･:*˚:✧｡ shay cormac

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥  shay cormac

the precursor scholar  | Egyptian! reader

reuniting with daughter! reader | headcanons, angst

𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐍'𝐒 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐃: 𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐘:

｡･:*˚:✧｡ arno dorian

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥  arno dorian

caring for you while you’re sick headcanons

modern au work headcanons

gods au: Arno

soulmate au

versailles tryst | smut

Arno x musketeer! Reader

bonne anniversaire

moments like this | smut

cuddles & forehead kisses

nightmares & music boxes | smut

seeing you in a tank top and shorts headcanons

yandere! Arno headcanons

so much for an early night  | smut

I never stopped loving you

no one’s ever touched me like this  | smut

masquerade

Arno with a modern s/o  | headcanons

I promise to be here when you wake up

gods au: Arno II

je ne parle pas français

𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐍'𝐒 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐃: 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐄:

｡･:*˚:✧｡ evie frye, jacob frye

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥  evie frye

Evie slowly falling for another female assassin  | headcanons

you’ve stolen my heart

12 red tulips | ko-fi reward

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥  jacob frye

ransom | pirate! au

the type of person he’d hate  | headcanons

spontaneity  | smut

yandere Jacob drabble

jealousy 

Jacob with a tall s/o | headcanons

always on my mind

Jacob with an s/o who’s struggling with anorexia  | headcanons/ tw: mentions of ED but only in a sense of comforting + supporting recovery

Jacob with a cold s/o who’s only tender around him  | headcanons

meeting in the Schoolyard

being the big spoon with Jacob | headcanons

Jacob with a goth s/o  | headcanons

cuddles

deep breaths honey, you’re okay now, you’re safe  | daughter! reader

tea and cake

Jacob with an s/o who has depression  | headcanons/ tw: mentions of depression but only in the sense of supporting recovery

night thoughts 

warming up on a rainy day | smut

bonfire night | ko-fi reward

marry me? (broken as I am) | smut

upon thames | ko-fi reward

𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐍'𝐒 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐃: 𝐎𝐃𝐘𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐘:

｡･:*˚:✧｡ alexios of sparta, kassandra of sparta

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥  alexios of sparta

Acteon  | smut

how he shows affection  | headcanons

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥  kassandra of sparta

can’t take my eyes off you

sweet treats part I

sweet treats part II | smut

nervous Kassandra w/ an oblivious crush headcanons

breathless at a misthios’ hand | smut

a weapon and her heart | Deimos! Kass, smut

seashells | ko-fi reward

scarred kisses

𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐍'𝐒 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐃: 𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐀:

｡･:*˚:✧｡ eivor varinsdottir, eivor varinsson, basim ibn ishaq

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥  basim ibn ishaq

basim with eivor’s cousin! reader | headcanons 

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥  eivor varinsdottir

hunt gone wrong

healer

the red scarf

second chance | modern! au, ft. Kassandra)

argument 

flirting with a shy s/o  | headcanons

‘take me instead’ 

fire and chamomile 

sleepy cuddles 

the shield-maiden and the selkie | au

Anxiety 

the woman in red | au

deep breaths honey, you’re okay now, you’re safe 

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥  eivor varinsson

under his eyes | smut

alliance 

𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐒 / 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒:

✧ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐒

highschool au featuring various assassin’s creed characters

✧ 𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒

vampire au! ezio auditore x reader

✧ 𝐔𝐍𝐖𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐄

ezio auditore x reader

✧ 𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐄'𝐒 𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐊 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑

a collaborative event with @itseivwhore​

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[celestialgaea]

Fanfiction Masterlist

Assassin’s Creed:

 finished pieces:

(Older) Jacob Frye x Reader//  Post Coital Mornings (recently written)

(Request) Brotherhood!Ezio x Young!Reader// Smut (Recently written)

(Request) Brotherhood!Ezio x Reader // Smut (Recently written)

(Revelations) Ezio Auditore x Reader // The Belly Dancing Beauty // Lime (recently written)

(Request) Haytham Kenway x Reader

(Request) Shay Cormac x Reader // Smut

(Request) Jacob Frye x Tall!Reader // Lime

Jacob Frye x Reader // Soft Mornings // Fluff

Assassin's Creed Preferences: Things you do that turns them on

Ezio Auditore x Reader // Salvatore // Slight Smut

Connor Kenway x Reader // The Baker’s Daughter Next Door // Fluff

Assassin’s creed headcanon: How they would react if  your breasts were seen through the clothing. // Slight Smut

Assassin’s creed headcanons: Music school edition

A Teacher’s Affaire // Literature Teacher!Ezio Auditore x Student!Reader // Part II

A Teacher’s Affaire|| Literature Teacher!Ezio Auditore x Student!Reader || Part I

Audio Imagines:

(Brotherhood) Ezio Auditore x reader / Audio Imagine #1

Drafts:

(Older) Jacob Frye x Reader // An old man still has vigor

(Older) Jacob Frye x Reader // Loving near the fireplace

 (Modern AU) Ezio Auditore x Reader // Italian Pottery Cursus

Haytham Kenway x reader // Come to bed

Ezio Auditore x Reader // Carnevale

 The Fight Club Champion || Jacob Frye x Reader

(Revelations) Ezio Auditore x Reader //Soft Mornings // fluff, soft smut

(Request) Ezio x F!Reader // jealousy

(Dilf/Older) Shay Cormac x Reader // mentor // smut

     Carlisle Cullen x reader

Carlisle Cullen x Reader

[gococogo]

Shaytham + " please" for the milestone prompt? 🙏 👀 and congrats!! I absolutely adore your fics!!!

Prompt 7 | Shaytham

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

Word Count: 2.3K

Warnings: Violence. Roughness. Biting. Marking. Grinding. Begging.

Note: This is the last fic of the Lil Milestone Event!! Thank you everyone for sending in requests and I do apologize just how long it took me to spit all these out. Life has been very stressful and this year has taken quite a turn haha. I hope you enjoy this last fic!!!

The Morrigan groans as mortar fire crashes down around her like shooting stars falling from the heavens. One tears through the main sails and ropes snap apart like thunder, slashing across men’s chest and face. Some come out unharmed while some others are less fortunate and thrown backwards into the churning, cold sea. Shay Cormac grinds his teeth as he veers the Morrigan to port so that her cannons are facing the fort. The one that bears it teeth at them with its mortars and cannons.

“FIRE!” Shay cries out above all the chaos.

The boom of the cannons rings in his ear as the ship groans under the pressure. She’ll take it. She always does. The cannon balls hit their mark and a fort tower falls, crumbling into the sea below in a foam of white and blue. The satisfied swell that rises in him is quickly shut down as the destroyed stone reminds him of an all too familiar memory. He looks away, pushing it down and locking it away. He can’t get distracted, not now. Now while his men need him.

It’s not until now, snapping out of the trance he gets lost into that he notices Haytham. The Grandmaster is crouched down behind the railing, holding on for dear life all while holding onto his hat. It’s almost a humorous sight if it wasn’t for Haytham glaring daggers his way. It’s an expression that brings Shay back to himself. Reminding him of why he’s here. Why they’ve travelled so far up the River Valley to take on the fort with the foreshadow of losing men or even themselves.

Shay brings the Morrigan around again, facing her starboard side this time to the fort. Another volley of cannon balls are fired out with the sound of his booming voice shouting the order to do so. This time, only half of them hit their mark. Some strike the mountainous rock behind the fort and others in the water. Shay curses, shouting out to his men once more to reload the cannons as quick as possible. They’ll get this done. The fort will fall today!

With four more rounds of cannon fire and some quick thinking on Shay’s part, the fort groans in ache as the last of her mortars are destroyed. But the fight is far from over. Shay knows that all too well. Docking the Morrigan is a difficult challenge. Survivors of the fort fire their rifles and muskets toward the Morrigan as she docks. They hide behind the rubble of the fort, ducking in and out like groundhogs when they come out to yip before disappearing again.

Before Shay can race into battle, Haytham is quick to grab at his shoulder and drag him to face is intense stare. “We’ll go around the side of the fort! Up to the top!” He bellow over the retuning gunfire of Shy’s crew. “It’ll be quicker to get to the war room that way!”

Shay’s dark brown eyes dart up to the fort, quickly accessing the way up. “Lead the way,” he grins.

Shay doesn’t hesitate to follow his Grandmaster up and over the side of the Morrigan. Gist is quick to clear the way for the two, a bullet shooting one man clean through the eye. Shay praises his first mate under his breath, but doesn’t let himself get too distracted as he follows Haytham up the side of the fort.

The stone walls would normally be impossible to scale up. But with half of the tone tumbled and destroyed, it’s easy to get a grip on stone and bricks that jut out. Haytham rises to the top first and offers a hand down to Shay. He takes it eagerly, letting Haytham help him up over the ledge.

Shay spots the war room easily. It’s just a hop and skip away to their left. The only thing in the way is a guard staring down his rifle at the two in his watch tower. Shay pushes Haytham away as the rifle cracks. The bullet pierces through the collar of Shay’s coat. Too close to call.

The Irishman is quick to pull is own gun on the guard. He can see the fear in the white’s of the man’s eyes before Shay pulls the trigger. He dead before he even hits the ground. Shay swallows thickly as he sets his gun back into it’s holster. He stares at the guard tower, where the man lays dead. Haytham brushes a hand over his elbow, snapping him from his oncoming thoughts.

“On with it,” Haytham snaps.

Getting to the war room is easy enough. It’s the man inside that has both Templars stopping just inside the door. A man armed with two swords grins at them. Shay draws his own, ready for the fight.

But Haytham rolls his eyes. And as the man charges with a vicious shout. He clashes swords with Shay quicker than either Templar would have liked. Shay is pushed back against the door, a fist smashing against his mouth. More taunting than anything else. Shay’s eyes widen with a fierceness akin to bloodlust. But he doesn’t get the sweet taste of killing the man or even hurting him a little.

The man barks out a choked cry as Haytham’s sword is thrust through his back. The tip sticks out of his chest, glinting at Shay. The Grandmaster doesn’t waste time to push the man off of his sword and down onto the ground. He has better things to do than to bother about a man that he doesn’t even know.  

“I do hate the theatrics some men possess,” Haytham drawls out as he reloads his gun.

“What about mine?” Shay asks.

His Grandmaster quirks an eyebrow his way with a frown on his lips. He points his bloody sword towards him. “I tolerate you on good days,” he quips out darkly.

But Shay grins at that as he sheathes his sword. Haytham returns his antics with the slightest of a smile before turning towards the war room’s desk. He’s quick to look over the many papers and reports spread out on the wooden table. He plucks up three pieces of paper before rolling them up in his hand. Tucking them under his arm, he deems this mission a success with a curt nod of his head.

His dark blue eyes land upon Shay’s lip and the cut that bleeds slowly. He steps around the desk and Shay stays where he is, watching Haytham with a curiosity. His Grandmaster swipes a thumb at the blood on his lip, pondering a thought to himself before wiping it on the front of Shay’s coat. Shay watches him intensely, leaning forward a bit as his chest tightens. But Haytham hums to himself, as if satisfied before passing Shay.

“Let’s get out of here,” Haytham concludes.

And Shay follows like some lost pup.

-

Shay unfolds the papers out over his fleet reports for Haytham, letting the Grandmaster look over them first. He hums in satisfaction, his eyes flicking over the coordinates and the set dates for each cargo ship. Shay sits down in his chair with a groan, his face aching every time he clicks his jaw. He tries to get that right spot, but no matter what he does nothing works. The pops of his jaw are loud in the quiet cabin and slowly, they draw the attention of the Grandmaster.

He stops immediately. Instead he leans over the table to pick up a half empty bottle of whiskey without a word. He flicks the top off and he draws over two glasses near him as well. Haytham watches with interest as both glasses are poured with the golden liquid. Shay pushes one glass over to Haytham before he leans back in the chair and nurses his own.

Haytham takes it as his gaze returns back to the reports. Shay tries to make sense of them, his eyes skimming over the words. But he has never been a strong reader having lived on the streets nearly his entire life. Liam tried to teach him, but it took forever to crack it into his brain. He can read per say, it’s just that Gist normally takes over to make things go quicker. It always brings a bound of shame within his chest that makes him angry and frustrated at no one but himself.

“So was all this worth it for the papers?” Shay asks.

“Yes,” Haytham quickly answers. “Routes of their trade and cargo. Supplies we can obtain to keep out of their hands.”

Why his Grandmaster needs these supplies? He won’t ask any further right now. He doesn’t feel all too chatty after having bellowed his throat raw on deck. He clears his throat, feeling the painful scratchiness that only the whiskey seems to smooth over for a few seconds. So he fills his glass once more for that few seconds of relief.

Shay looks to Haytham deep in thought. Wondering what plans and other whatnots are going on up in that head of his. Has he already thought of a plan to take the Morrigan out to intercept these ships? Does he know that they’ll have to stop somewhere to repair the old girl?

Haytham catches him staring, meeting Shay with a raised brow. The Irishman only smiles as he takes another swig of his drink. He pops his jaw again.

“Are you here to distract me?” Haytham asks.

Shay looks around dramatically, suddenly sitting up right in the chair. “Last time I checked this was my quarters,” he remarks cockily.

Suddenly, Haytham’s hand comes to Shay’s thigh, squeezing lightly. He leans over into the Irishman’s space, his eyes on his lips the entire time. Hooded, dark and filled with ill intent.

“And what makes you think I can’t just make you leave?” Haytham asks lowly.

Shay swallows deeply. The adrenaline of the battle hasn’t fully worn off yet and he will admit he is a bit riled up. Shay licks his dry lips and bites it lightly, not missing that Haytham’s gaze watch the action. His Grandmaster must be feeling the same.  

“Because you enjoy my charismatic comments too much,” Shay grins around the lip of the glass before he takes another swig.

Haytham takes the glass from Shay to down the rest of the amber liquid. He sets the glass aside, forgetting about the fleet report for the moment to capture the Irishman’s busted lip in a deep kiss. Shay’s hands are quick to grab a hold of Haytham, unclasping clips and buckles. He doesn’t hesitate to try and get these stupid bulky clothes off of the man. They always hide the Grandmaster’s body and it always annoys Shay to no end. His heavy cloak falls to the floor, his coat coming off shortly after.

Haytham breaks the kiss to bring Shay out of the chair to his feet roughly with his hands fisted into the front of his coat. Shay grins wildly as he’s spun around to be thrown atop of the table. Neither of them care about he many papers and reports that litter the table top. Some of them are pushed aside and they shower to the floor.

None of them take notice as Shay’s groans fill the quarters as Haytham kneads a palm roughly to his groin. It’s a delicious sound that has Haytham palming more to milk them out of the man under him. Shay’s hip rut up into his hand, trying to get more friction than he’s being given. But Haytham stops all together.

“Please,” Shay breathes out.

Haytham hums at that, loving the view before him. Knowing he can have Shay like this at a simple touch. It’s almost intoxicating. He’s quick to undo Shay’s belt and throws it aside without a care. He pushes the man’s vest and shirt up his torso to reveal the body that’s been made with years of hard work and discipline. Haytham’s runs his hands over Shay’s hard stomach, earning him a shaky exhale from him. Beautiful.

“Hmm?” Haytham finally questions.

“Please, I need you,” Shay whines out.

That commanding Captain that was once on deck is gone for the moment. He looks to Haytham with only want and need. Begging for his Grandmaster to do something, anything.

So, Haytham gives him something. He leans forward to plant a kiss to the man’s stomach. His skin is salty with sweat and he can taste gunpowder on him as well. He kiss and laps at his skin all the same, sucking and biting lightly to hitch those noises from Shay’s busted lips. Haytham hooks his fingers into the hem of Shay’s pants as he ventures lower into the man’s snail trail. He bites lightly at the v of the man’s torso, Shay’s hips bucking up lightly with a groan from his throat.

Haytham grins into his pale skin before pulling his pants down to his knees in one swift movement. Shay’s cock is already hard and red. Haytham doesn’t mind it though, he stands up to lean over Shay. He towers over Shay to grab his face so that the man’s dark brown gaze is looking at him and only him. He wedges himself in between Shay’s thighs so that the only touch he’s receiving is the harsh friction of his closing.

He closes the gap to kiss Shay deeply, his tongue invading his mouth to taste the cheap whiskey. Shay moans into the kiss, his hips rutting upwards into Haytham’s crotch to try and earn himself some friction. But a firm hand on his hip holds him down, a thumb digging painfully into the soft skin.

Haytham breaks the kiss to only mouth at Shay’s prickly jaw. He ventures downwards, biting and kissing the Irishman’s neck, collarbones, chest and back down his stomach. Leaving purple and red marks of different shades. And with each one Shay whines and groans, his hooded eyes watching Haytham in a haze.

“Please,” Shay breathes out again, quieter this time.

Haytham smiles as he hovers over the man’s half hard cock. His deep blue eyes look to Shay with adoration. Only because Shay asked so nicely. He does love it when his best man begs like this. It just as delicious as he tastes.

-

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[softthotanon-writings]

assassin’s creed

all posts | back to library

genre:

angst  | alternate universe (AU)  | fluff  | general  | hurt/comfort  | smut

categories:

headcanon  | imagine  | reaction  | story

characters:

alexios  | altaïr ibn-la'ahad  | arno dorian  | bayek of siwa  | connor kenway  |  demetri (greencoat)  | edward kenway  | eivor varinsdottir  | evie frye  | ezio auditore  | gerard (axeman)  | haytham kenway  | jacob frye  | kassandra  | malik al-sayf  | phillip (ghost)  | shay cormac  | the frenchman four  | yusuf tazim

length:

<500  | <1k  | 1k-5k  | 5k-10k  | 10k+

other tags:

warnings  | current comfort fics

[the-historywhore]

Requests are open!

Hello lovelies! Just to let all of you know that my requests are open. Just be sure to specify whether you want a female, male, or gender-neutral reader. I write both smut and fluff, here is a list of things I write for:

Characters:

Assassins Creed:

Edward Kenway

Eivor Varinsson

Eivor Varinsdottir

Jacob Frye

Evie Frye

Arno Dorian

Elise De La Serre

Henry Green

Bayek of Siwa

Shay Cormac

Haytham Kenway

Connor Kenway

Altair Ibn L’ahad

Ezio Auditore Da Firenze

Kassandra of Sparta

Alexios of Sparta

Aveline De Grandpré

Red Dead Redemption:

Arthur Morgan

Charles Smith

Javier Escuella

Hosea Matthews

Mary-Beth Gaskill

Tilly Jackson

John Marston

Abigail Roberts

Jack Marston

Karen Jones

Sean Macguire

Molly O’Shea

Kieran Duffy

Vikings:

Ivarr the Boneless

Æthelstan

Ragnar Lothbrok

Lagertha

Bjørn Ironside

Dunkirk:

Tommy

Alex

Peter Dawson

Farrier

Collins

1917:

Schofield

Blake

I do write most smuts, however I will not write anything where consent is not given, or anything of that nature.

Thank you! And please do not be afraid to request! ;)

[the-colonialtemplars]

𝐌𝐘 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐌𝐘 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒

𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒:

𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐨 𝐈 𝐝𝐨 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠?

Imagines/Scenarios

Headcanons/Reactions

I accept 20 slot/request at time, after this number the in-box ARE CLOSED

𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨?

Send me requests (write them detailed, I can do a better job, no more than three characters)

Sometimes you can interact with the Templars.

Send me love or support (Lmao it never hurts)

𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨?

put pressure on me to write (I have a life too)

send me free insults and malice in the in-box

𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐈 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞:

Haytham Kenway

Charles Lee

William Johnson

Thomas Hickey

Shay Cormac

George Monro

Christopher Gist

Jack Weeks

𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬:

Sfw / Fluffy material

Angst material

Prompts

Nsfw/smut material

𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬:

Foot or other limb fetish

Kinks that involve harming their partner physically or humiliating them

[work in progress]

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓:

[Coming soon]

- Mod Silver-fox 🦊

[marshmallow--3]

My mind tends to wander at work, and so far today I've been thinking about @ladye11e 's series of fics, Deception and The Best In Me.

Sometimes I'll recite a particular scene in my head, other times I'll think about all the clever ways she's linked the two works, all the little references and throwbacks that clarify bits of the lore.

Today I was thinking about the ending of the previous chapter of TBIM, and my mind thought about the Kenway family, and then HEK Energies, and then the whole later events of Deception between Reader, Shay and Gist, and lastly my thought train came to a fight scene that takes place aboard the Jackdaw.

In doing this, I realised something - my heart positively weeps for Ratonhnhaké:ton.

First we see him lose his father, Achilles Davenport, in Deception, then events occur that has him believe his best friend has betrayed him, and then the same best friend asks him to participate in her deception.

There's all that, and the way his partner and unborn baby from TBIM isn't mentioned anywhere in Deception - which takes place after the events of its prequel. I have so many ideas wbout what could be about to happen and ladye11e and I have such great fun sharing my wild theories - she loves it when I'm stumped and didn't possibly see x event coming. But ultimately, something happens that affects poor Connor.

Honestly, she is a fantastic writer, and I would pay time and time again for the literature she's produced - it's exactly that, I've reread it more times than I can count, as a whole and individual chapters for the smut, I've spent so much time thinking about it when I'm sad and it cheers me up. And she's doing this for a hobby to make people happy.

@ladye11e , this message may seem like it's coming out of nowhere, but I am so so happy to have met you, to have grown from your fan to your friend and to share the experience of your writing. It makes me so happy when you think of me, when you include me, when you ask for my advice or ideas. And it makes me even happier when you like them and use them. I can't thank you enough for being there for me, for being such a lovely, down-to-earth person, for being you.

Please, if you haven't read her work, give it a shot. I personally feel you've created something life-changing, and I can only wish I can be as good a writer as you some day ❤️

The Best In Me (Explicit) Connor Kenway x Female Reader

Deception (Explicit) primary ship is Shay Cormac x Reader, with some scenes of Haytham Kenway x Reader and Jacob Frye x Reader.

[skiesoftwilight]

Assassin’s Creed Masterlist

Here is a list of works for the main-ish characters from the main installments. I have not written any SMUT for any of the characters yet, but when or if I do, I will label them with a star. 

Altair Ibn La Ahad

Ezio Auditore

Sleep

Connor Kenway

Why I Love You

Let Me Help You

Creator of Life

Haytham Kenway

Embrace

Edward Kenway

An Offer

Swimming Lessons

Shay Cormac

Memories Not Forgotten

Betrayed

Arno Dorian

Broken Promises

Jacob Frye

Family

Forbidden Fruit

Evie Frye

Bayek

Alexios

Like Family

Strength

Performance Changes

Kassandra

Partners In Crime

[ao3feed-assassinscreed]

Assassin's Creed: University

read it on the AO3 at http://bit.ly/2YhbeTx

by youwantfryeswiththat

I honestly wrote this entire thing for myself. It's a glorified version of my own life. Then I decided to share it with the world. Because why not? I have no shame.

The assassins attend the same university. This is a bunch of tales of their shenanigans, drunken and otherwise ;)

Words: 777, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Assassin's Creed - All Media Types

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M

Characters: Avery (OC), Samantha (OC), Haytham Kenway, Ratonhnhaké:ton | Connor, Shay Cormac, Jacob Frye, Liam O'Brien (Assassin's Creed), Charlotte (OC), Ezio Auditore da Firenze, Edward Kenway, Arno Dorian, Élise de la Serre, Evie Frye, Henry Green | Jayadeep Mir, Jason (OC), Lauren (OC)

Relationships: Shay Cormac/Original Female Character(s), Jacob Frye/Original Female Character(s), Jacob Frye & Original Female Character(s), Shay Cormac & Original Female Character(s), Shay Cormac & Liam O'Brien, Ratonhnhaké:ton | Connor & Original Female Character(s), Ezio Auditore da Firenze & Original Female Character(s), Edward Kenway & Original Female Character(s), Arno Dorian/Élise de la Serre, Evie Frye & Original Female Character(s), Evie Frye & Jacob Frye, Evie Frye/Henry Green | Jayadeep Mir

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - College/University, Alcohol, Clubbing, Students, Friendship, Love, Original Character(s), Friends to Lovers, Eventual Smut, Drunken Flirting, Flirting, Drunken Shenanigans, Drunk Sex, They're all friends (sort of), Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Not Canon Compliant

read it on the AO3 at http://bit.ly/2YhbeTx

[winterwriter8845]

Writing Masterlist

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

Fandoms:

Assassin’s Creed

A Night in Istanbul (Yusuf Tazim)

After a Mission (Shay x reader)

Love and Death (Jacob Frye x OC)

“I’m So Sorry, Clara.” (Jacob x OC)

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

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

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

The Escape (Desmond Miles X OC)

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

The Shark (Edward Kenway x OC)

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

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

Captain Edward Kenway's Fight (Edward Kenway)

When The Wolf Comes Out Tonight (Haytham Kenway)

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

the Rescue (Jacob Frye x OC)

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

Marvel

Thunderstorms (Bucky Barnes)

Misc.

You Are Not Alone (Zero Kiryuu)

Original Works

“I’m Sorry For What’s About to Come.”

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

Nonfiction Memoir

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

Proposal

In Love With My YouTube Hero (ongoing)

[glacierllane]

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Assassin's Creed - All Media Types Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Shay Cormac/Haytham Kenway Characters: Shay Cormac, Haytham Kenway, Christopher Gist, Charles Lee, Thomas Hickey, William Johnson, Background & Cameo Characters Additional Tags: 69 (Sex Position), Blow Jobs, Explicit Sexual Content, Sneaking Around, Fluff, Fluff and Smut Summary:

A series of shaytham one shots that I just happen to conjure up. Most of them would probably be explicit.