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Restless (Edward Kenway X Reader)

For what seemed like the thousandth time, you turned over onto your side. The gentle rocking of the ship did nothing to soothe your restlessness. The fact that the pirate whom was usually at your side was currently not present contributed to the fact that you could not sleep. you knew that he was only above deck but it still gave you a sense of security when he was there with his arms holding you against his chest. You sighed once more and rolled onto your back, staring up at the wood ceiling above you. The candles that usually burned brightly were now flickering lowly as you flung the blanket from your body and swung your legs over the side of the bed. The palms of your hands rubbed your eyes and you yawned lightly. You were tired, but you just couldn't sleep. So taking a few moments to think about what you wanted to do, you decided it might be a good idea to get some fresh air. You stood and quietly made your way to the closed door of the quarters, your bare feet producing soft footsteps as you walked. You opened the door, slipped out and closed it as quietly as you could. The night air hit your skin and caused a shiver to roll down your spine, but it felt nice. It had felt too warm under the blankets. As you gazed around there were still a members of the crew going about their business, a few sitting and chatting among themselves. You turned your gaze out to the water which was calm and dark, it looked almost velvety. Leaning against the wood banister you crossed your arms over it and let out a breath. You hadn't moved too far and you were sure that you hadn't been spotted by anyone yet. After several minutes of simply watching the boat glide through the silky water, you decided to head up the stairs to the helm of the ship, where a tall hooded figure stood. His head turned at the sound of your footsteps, at first his movements were sharp but then he relaxed as he recognized you. "What are you doing awake, love?" He asked, his wonderful and smooth Welsh accent filled the air, and he gracefully moved towards you to take you into his arms. You snuggled into his chest and breathed in the faint scent of gunpowder that clung to him. "I couldn't sleep." You mumbled, your words were muffled as you buried your face into his firm chest, which soon shook lightly as he chuckled. "Miss me, did you?" He teased, his hands rubbing your waist. You nodded and pulled her head back to look up at him slightly. "I did, do you have a problem with that?" You countered, pressing a light kiss to chin. "No," He answered, "not at all." He dipped his head to capture your lips. After the two of you broke away, you stood like that for a while, just enjoying each others presence. Your arms had loosely wound around his torso, but as your eyes slipped shut, your grip began to falter the slightest. "Don't fall asleep on me now." Edward's voice broke through once again, and you lifted your head from his chest. "Hmm?" You rubbed your eyes once more. "Right, sorry." You broke out of Edward's embraced and staggered backwards slightly. "I guess I am pretty tired." You said with a yawn, looking up at the full moon that shone brightly in the clear, cloudless sky. "Well what do you say we head to bed then?" The pirate suggested with a, reaching forward to place a hand on your shoulder to steady you. He then took your hand in his and urged you to follow him. He made a gesture with his hand to whom you could only assume was Adewale before he then pulled you back into his quarters. He sat you down on the bed and you could only watch with continued amazement as the grace of his movements as removed all of his armor, stripping down to just trousers. He flashed you a signature smirk upon catching you staring, and he settled down on the opposite side of the bed. Edward reached out to slip his arm around you and once more pull you to him. You laid your head on his chest, content with listening to his heartbeat while your fingers gingerly traced over the scars that littered his chest. Now that he was with you, you felt more calm and safe. It always amazed you that he could be so gentle and compassionate and caring, since it was the last thing you would expect from a rugged and fierce assassin such as him. But you enjoyed it nonetheless. His steady breaths and the sound of his heartbeat were more than enough to help you sleep. "Goodnight, love." Was the last thing you heard as you fell into a now sound and tranquil slumber.

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Jacob Frye x Sick! Reader

Author’s Note: I was sick when I began to write this, so hey, why not a story about the reader being sick and our beloved Jacob taking care of her? It’s a nice short and sweet little story. Hope you enjoy!

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“Seriously (y/n), I have no idea how you managed to sick… In the middle of summer!” The younger twin chastised lightly, pressing the back of his hand to your forehead. He shook his head at you as you sniffled and then sneezed.

“You know what Jacob, you can just- Achoo!” You were interrupted mid sentence by yet another sneeze. You glared up at the assassin as he chuckled at you and flashed you a smug grin.

“Would you like to try that sentence again?” He teased, he crossed his arms, his eyes glinting with mirth and amusement. In return, you sighed and shook you head, snuggling down into the blankets that were covering your shoving body. Yes, you weren’t sure how in the world you managed it, but you caught a mild case of the flu. Just last week you were fine, running through the streets and along the rooftops with Evie, and then sitting in pub drinking with Jacob. Sometimes you cursed your luck as you were now confined to bed.

Your eyes began to slip closed until a sudden fit of coughs wracked your body, causing you to sit up suddenly. Jacob was at your side in an instant after having momentarily wandered off. Though he was joking around about your condition earlier, he was now standing over you with a look of concern in his dark maple eyes.

“God I hate being sick.” You muttered once you stopped coughing, sniffling for what seemed like the thousandth time.

“I don’t think God had anything to do with it.” Replied Jacob, trying to make light of the situation as he pressed his hand to your cheeks and forehead once more. You savored the feeling of his fingers on your flushed skin and you wished his touches would linger longer.

You coughed once more and attempted to clear your dry throat. “I’m thirsty.” You mumbled, half to yourself, half to the make assassin who silently vowed to take care of you to the best of his ability.

“I’ll get you some water.” He said suddenly, disappearing quickly into one of the other train cars. After a minute or so, he returned a glass in hand full of the clear liquid which you desired. You removed your hands from under the blanket and stretched them out in front of you to take the cup from him, which he handed over. Without a second thought, you hurriedly drank the entire contents. Even though your throat hurt, it was still nice to drink something.

With as content a sigh as you could manage, you fell back into the pillows and blankets once more. Your (color) eyes fluttered closed until you opened them once more to see Jacob still standing there, frankly, he looked unsure of what to do.

“You should lay down with me.” You suggested, patting the space beside you. You couldn’t help but giggle at the look the younger twin gave you though.

“This is a plan to get me sick, isn’t it? I see what you’re doing and it won’t fool me!” He declared, crossing his arms stubbornly yet playfully, with a smirk on his lips. You rolled your eyes.

“I won’t get you sick, I just want to cuddle.” You insisted and gazed up at him through your lashes. “Please…?” You all but begged, giving your best puppy dog face until it was ruined by yet another sneeze.

“Fine, fine, but if I DO get sick, I fully expect you to take care of me, love.” He said with a chuckle, sliding into the bed with you. Instantly you curled into him, relishing the extra warmth his body provided.

“Mhm, sure.” You nodded sleepily, placing your head and hands on his chest. “Let’s just focus on making me feel better first though.” A kiss was placed to the top of head and you smiled as you fell into a somewhat pleasant slumber.

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“Achoo!” Sniffle. “I told you that you’d get me sick.”

“Oh shut it, Frye, and eat the damn soup.”

“Yes, love.”

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How to finish that last minute assignment

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I can not count the number of times this trick has saved my ass.

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“He saw through me like a window”

-ceruleana, from AC One Shots, Arno Dorian x Depressed! Reader

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Inside Out + locations of the human mind 

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His username is Malik. His password is also Malik

Desmond, regarding Altair (via incorrectassassinscreedquotes)

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You’ll hear the music fill the air, I’ll put a flower in your hair… -Lucky (Jason Mraz feat. Colbie Caillat)

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“Shut the fuck up, you whistling tit!” - Civilian

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They look like they’re singing a high pitched duet.

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what it feels like when people won’t say the word bisexual

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Happy Assassin’s Christmas!

—How Assassin’s Creed characters delivered Christmas gifts    From sky till sea, Before the morning comes

 The Sentences topside on the illustrations are Christmas greetings in each countries though, I’m not living any those nations (little sad), so if I was wrong, I’m so sorry and please say to me then I’ll fix it quickly as possible! (Italian→French → Lebanese →English→Kanien'keha→French→Irish →Welsh)

Also, Sorry if your favorite character is not here :( 

+++ I changed Aveline and Gérald’s Christmas greetings. French is more  appropriate and I’m so sorry that was so big mistake ;-; I was totally wrong T-T Thanks to @ r-stern you’re so nice and genius! +++ I changed Altaïr and Malik’s card too! It must be written from right side and I used wrong sentence. Thank you @bottleassassin! You guys so awesome!

Happy Christmas everyone! :D

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Jacob Frye X Sick! Reader

Author's Note: I was sick when I began to write this, so hey, why not a story about the reader being sick and our beloved Jacob taking care of her? It's a nice short and sweet little story. Hope you enjoy! ---- "Seriously (y/n), I have no idea how you managed to sick... In the middle of summer!" The younger twin chastised lightly, pressing the back of his hand to your forehead. He shook his head at you as you sniffled and then sneezed. "You know what Jacob, you can just- Achoo!" You were interrupted mid sentence by yet another sneeze. You glared up at the assassin as he chuckled at you and flashed you a smug grin. "Would you like to try that sentence again?" He teased, he crossed his arms, his eyes glinting with mirth and amusement. In return, you sighed and shook you head, snuggling down into the blankets that were covering your shoving body. Yes, you weren't sure how in the world you managed it, but you caught a mild case of the flu. Just last week you were fine, running through the streets and along the rooftops with Evie, and then sitting in pub drinking with Jacob. Sometimes you cursed your luck as you were now confined to bed. Your eyes began to slip closed until a sudden fit of coughs wracked your body, causing you to sit up suddenly. Jacob was at your side in an instant after having momentarily wandered off. Though he was joking around about your condition earlier, he was now standing over you with a look of concern in his dark maple eyes. "God I hate being sick." You muttered once you stopped coughing, sniffling for what seemed like the thousandth time. "I don't think God had anything to do with it." Replied Jacob, trying to make light of the situation as he pressed his hand to your cheeks and forehead once more. You savored the feeling of his fingers on your flushed skin and you wished his touches would linger longer. You coughed once more and attempted to clear your dry throat. "I'm thirsty." You mumbled, half to yourself, half to the make assassin who silently vowed to take care of you to the best of his ability. "I'll get you some water." He said suddenly, disappearing quickly into one of the other train cars. After a minute or so, he returned a glass in hand full of the clear liquid which you desired. You removed your hands from under the blanket and stretched them out in front of you to take the cup from him, which he handed over. Without a second thought, you hurriedly drank the entire contents. Even though your throat hurt, it was still nice to drink something. With as content a sigh as you could manage, you fell back into the pillows and blankets once more. Your (color) eyes fluttered closed until you opened them once more to see Jacob still standing there, frankly, he looked unsure of what to do. "You should lay down with me." You suggested, patting the space beside you. You couldn't help but giggle at the look the younger twin gave you though. "This is a plan to get me sick, isn't it? I see what you're doing and it won't fool me!" He declared, crossing his arms stubbornly yet playfully, with a smirk on his lips. You rolled your eyes. "I won't get you sick, I just want to cuddle." You insisted and gazed up at him through your lashes. "Please...?" You all but begged, giving your best puppy dog face until it was ruined by yet another sneeze. "Fine, fine, but if I DO get sick, I fully expect you to take care of me, love." He said with a chuckle, sliding into the bed with you. Instantly you curled into him, relishing the extra warmth his body provided. "Mhm, sure." You nodded sleepily, placing your head and hands on his chest. "Let's just focus on making me feel better first though." A kiss was placed to the top of head and you smiled as you fell into a somewhat pleasant slumber. ---- "Achoo!" Sniffle. "I told you that you'd get me sick." "Oh shut it, Frye, and eat the damn soup." "Yes, love."

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I feel so bad, I played the Assassin’s Creed games out of order D; I played Syndicate before Unity. But shhhhhhhhhh

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I might have a minor obsession with Jacob Frye...

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