#Shay Cormac fic

[sweetcocopowder]

Day Twenty Five: Rough Sex

Synopsis: Haytham needs to let off some steam and he loves to rile up Shay. But maybe he's gone a little too far with somethings he has said tonight.

Word Count: 3.8K

Pairing: Haytham Kenway / Shay Cormac

Warnings: Rough sex. Anal sex. Spit as lube. Manhandling. Name calling. Begging. Biting. Marking.

Notes: I wrote this like, ages ago in march sometime when I saw a shay fanart of @especiallyhaytham 's. Thank you for the go ahead in march to write something inspired from that art piece. I'll find it and tag it in this post when I have the time haha. It's currently late when I'm posting this fic.

It’s Haytham’s foot that Shay trips on. The tavern becomes as silent as a cold night as Shay lands on the wooden floorboards heavily. The former assassin should have been able to regain himself easily. But with the amount of ale and whiskey flowing through his flush cheeks, he all but faceplants into the floor.

Gist stares wide eyed before he turns his attention back to the bartender and his drink. He’s aware of the mood that his Captain is in tonight and the last thing he wants is to be caught in the middle of it. He takes a slow, long slug of his ale. He doesn’t dare get in the middle of the two.

Shay silently gets his hands underneath him. His hair spews around his face, his band coming loose in the tumble. He doesn’t get up right away, the knock to his head making his already light head spin. His stomach churns, but he keeps the contents of his stomach down with a thick swallow.

The Grandmaster on the other hand, looks down to Shay from the corner of his eye. A frown sits deeply on his features, his brows furrowed with disappointment. He uncrosses his hands from behind his back and taps two fingers on the bar. The bartender perks up, making sure that it’s his attention Haytham wants. He places down the glass he’s cleaning and takes only two steps towards the Grandmaster.

“A glass of water please,” Haytham says firmly.

The bartender is quick to grab what is needed. His fingers work nimbly, grabbing a glass, giving it a quick wipe out before filling it with stale water from a small barrel. Something that Haytham personally wouldn’t drink but that’s not his intention.

Shay stands up, swaying where he stands. He opens his mouth to speak but all is forgotten very quickly. The glass full of water is thrown into Shay’s face and the Irishman barely flinches. The water drips from his chin and drenches his hair to his face. Gist can’t look away this time, his mouth agape with shock and terror.

The bartender takes two steps away from Haytham.

Shay wipes his face of water, his brown eyes staring dangerously at his Grandmaster. He pushes his hair backwards and out of his face, his eyes never leaving the man in front of him. He can feel everyone’s eyes on him. He doesn’t dare turn around to meet these newfound judges of the drunk. But he feels the most sober now than he’s been this entire night.

The Irishman will give himself some credit here. He did warrant this behaviour from Haytham. Urging him on and pestering him when all Haytham wanted was a report of the week’s events to him. He could have waited. He knows he could. But he wanted it now, like some spoiled child.

And maybe because he wanted to see Shay. And maybe it’s been only a week but this Irishman has weaved his way into Haytham’s life and it’s infuriating. And to top everything off, the first thing that Shay does is come to the closest tavern with his crew instead of reporting to his Grandmaster first. He knows something must have gone unsatisfactory on his hunt for the former Assassin. Haytham thought he grinded out all those habits. But this habit is one that Haytham has been trying to break, and it isn’t going too well right now.

Haytham sets the empty glass back on the bar with a soft, tink. “I was expecting you in my office, not here acting like an insufferable buffoon as soon as you hit the dock,” he speaks as if he’s scolding a teenage boy.

And that only gets on Shay’s nerves even more. But he bites his tongue. He knows his place. He may not be the best at speaking to his superiors, but he knows when the time and place is. Yet Shay’s hands clench into fists as a single drop of water drips from his nose, trying to hold things together the best he can.

Two hands clasp Shay from behind, dragging him away. Gist chuckles lightly to his Grandmaster before him. Shay’s wolflike eyes never leave Haytham. Many, many thoughts run through his head and none of them are pure.

“I do apologize for the Captain here, sir,” Gist expresses his regrets as he makes Shay take another step backwards. “Our week was filled with mishaps and whatnots. We were to hope that the ale would lesson our… irritation before attending your office, sir. I can have that report on your desk by tomorrow morning!”

Haytham will give the Templar one thing, he is good with his words when he needs to get out of something, and maybe that’s just the reason he’s in the Order. But that alone isn’t going to get Shay out of this one.

“I want it on my desk before midnight, tonight,” Haytham speaks sternly, his voice as solid as stone.

Shay suddenly rips himself out of Gist’s hold and straightens himself up. He pats down his coat and flicks away the loose strand of hair that has fallen over his face. His cheeks are flush with ale and his teeth gleam as he smiles like a wolf that snarls at its prey. Haytham watches the wolf closely.

“It’ll be there,” Shay speaks without the slur that was thick on his tongue before. “I’ll see to it personally, sir.” He mocks the formality of his politeness with a slight bow of his head. “Good night, Grandmaster.”

And with that, the wolf stalks out of the tavern as loudly as he had come in, pushing someone aside that dares not move from his way. Haytham watches Shay leave with a frown and his nose slightly scrunched.

“I do-“ Gist starts but stops when Haytham raises a hand.

“No need,” he says. “The report will be there. That is all that is needed.”

Gist nods and doesn’t push any further. With a glance out of the corner of his eyes, Haytham leaves with a small nod of his head. He leaves the Boston tavern with his hands clasped behind his back, the same way he entered.

The Boston night is lit by the amber streetlamps and the ally ways loom with an eery darkness. It’s oddly quiet tonight for this time of the hour. He only passes a few other men that dare walk this late. Haytham keeps his pace unwavering and his shoulder square, his ears pricked for any noise. But none come. No dangers stop him. He arrives at his house just fine.

It’s a satisfactory house on the outskirts of Boston. Two storeys with a nice garden that is well looked after by the men that Haytham have hired. The curtains are drawn closed and the lights are off.

All but for the office window. A yellow light can be seen from inside, the curtains blowing out of the open shutters. Haytham hums to himself but doesn’t find it surprising when he finds the front door unlocked. How many times has he told him not to do that.

Haytham leaves his tricorn at the entrance but doesn’t bother with his coat. He takes his time going up the stairs and turning to his office. The door opens with a click and inside, as expected, stands Shay.

He stands with his back to Haytham, his hand outspread on a rolled-up piece of paper on the table keeping it open. The report from the week and Shay’s scouting. He lets go of it and the paper rolls back up, bouncing once on the table before becoming still. There was no time to go back to the Morrigan and retrieve the report. He must have had it on him the entire time. Explaining his arrogance from beforehand.

Shay’s hair is tide back but a few wet strands still fall over his scarred brow. He looks to Haytham with a deep-set frown upon his face from the corner of his eye.

“There was no need for that,” Shay spits out quietly.

Haytham rolls his eyes and wonders over to his desk. He keeps clear of Shay though, those wolf-like eyes never leaving him. He keeps to the other side of the table, knowing best from past experiences. But at Shay’s comment, Haytham can only sneer at it. He takes the report from next to Shay’s hand and reads over it lazily.

“Yes, I’m aware but you should know well that, that behaviour is not needed in public,” Haytham more mumbles than speaks it. He looks up from the report to the other, “Or have you forgotten?”

Shay all but roars as he slams a hand down onto the table. “Humiliation!? Is that something you’re so worried about!?” He bellows, his accent thickening and slurring with the alcohol still on his blood. Shay is never an angry drunk, Haytham knows what type he is. “I have a crew that will now snicker and speak of me behind my back!”

Haytham keeps a calm demeanour. Clearly, he overstepped tonight. Shay steps around the table and in unison, Haytham takes a small step back.

“Insufferable,” Shay chuckles at that. “I’m well aware, sir. I’ve been mocked and called such things my entire life.”

“I said no such thing!” Haytham barks, lying through his teeth. “That was my last intension!”

Shay almost snarls at that, taking a step forward. Haytham doesn’t move, instead standing up wider and taller, jutting his chin out. This only makes the situation worse.

“Last intention!?” Shay snaps as he jumps forward and grabs the front of Haytham’s coat. He pushes the other man into the wall with a loud thud. “You-“

Haytham grabs onto Shay’s hands and bellows over him, “You were the one that took a step out of line! You forget yourself sometimes behind these closed walls!”

Shay goes quiet but the fire of defiance still flickers within those dark eyes. If he wanted to harm Haytham, then he would have thrown him against the wall. This was more like a light tap to their standards.

Haytham continues, “You need to control yourself outside of these closed doors. Especially when you’re intoxicated. Otherwise I wouldn’t have to called you such insufferable things to drag you out of this la la land you like to-“ Desperate lips crash into his to silence him.

Shay’s grip on Haytham’s coat tightens as the kiss is all but romantic. It’s all teeth, sloppy and the faint taste of shit ale is still on his tongue. But Haytham returns it all the same. He grips onto Shay’s waists, urging him forward and closer. The hunger and anger behind Shay’s kiss is more on the lines of an assault. Haytham hisses as more than once his lips are bitten down on.

Haytham tries to get a grip in Shay’s hair to pull him away, but that doesn’t happen. Shay grips onto both of his wrists and slams them against the wall above his head with a loud thud. He holds Haytham up high that he almost has to stand on his toes. It takes the Grandmaster by complete surprise, forgetting just how strong Shay’s strength is.

Shay’s assault ventures to Haytham’s jaw where he bites and sucks at the stubbled skin. Haytham hisses in a breath of air, squeezing his eyes shut as the other continues down his neck. One hand holds onto Haytham’s wrist as the other rids his throat of his necktie and the first few buttons on his coat.

“I should mark you where everyone can see,” the Irishman hisses into his skin.

Shay bites down hard into the nape of Haytham’s neck that it breaks a deep groan from within his throat. He squirms a hand out of Shay’s grip and grabs onto the hunter’s throat, pushing him away. Shay snarls like some wild animal, quickly wrenching the hand from his throat to slam it back into the wall. Wolf eyes stare at him, teeth bared in a snarl.

“I don’t wish the need to cover up in public,” Haytham snaps but all that authority is gone from his tone with just how breathless he is.

Shay huffs a laugh, one that makes Haytham feel a little pathetic. He lets go of Haytham’s pinned hand to only grab him by the front of the coat and pull him across the room. The Grandmaster stumbles, almost tripping over himself if it weren’t for the grip in his coat. The next thing takes Haytham by pure surprise, Shay all but lifts him into the air to only slam him down onto Haytham’s desk with a loud crash. Haytham is surprised in that moment that he didn’t go through the wood with how much force was behind it. He grips onto the sleeves of Shay’s coat, teeth bared like a dog ready to snap.

“So, you get the privilege to be a grand Samaritan while I’m made the fool in front of others!?” Shay snaps loudly. “No. Not tonight. Tonight, I’m going to make sure everyone knows how improper the Grandmaster of the Templar Order can be.”

Haytham knows for his reputation he should push Shay off. He knows he could if he wanted to. But every single word of Shay’s goes straight to his cock. He can feel his face going a flush red that Shay notices well enough.

With the strength he showed before, Shay flips Haytham around and pushes him into the desk. Every single paper and report that was in order is now in disarray as Haytham is pushed over it. He goes to bring him off the table a bit but he’s all but slammed back down into the wood with a hand on the back of his head. His chest heaves against the desk, heart hammering within his ears. He keeps still, gripping the edge of the desk as he spies Shay from the corner of his eye.

His pants are quick to be torn off and they’re left to pool at his ankles. His cock is pressed painfully against the table, fully hard and twitching with every movement that he can feel happening behind him. He flinches as a firm hand grabs at his ass painfully. He breathes out lowly, trying to hold himself together but the low whine that comes from his throat has his face flushing.

Shay kicks his legs out wider with a boot, as far as Haytham can go with his pants still at his ankles. He feels very exposed, his ass on full display to the man behind him.

Yes, he’s riled Shay up in the past to get this result. But tonight, he thinks he’s gone a little too far. Yet he doesn’t find himself complaining about his current situation. Not when a rough, spit slicked thumb is pushed into his ass to knead him from the inside out. Not when a hand comes to grip into his hair and keeps his face pressed into the desk. And especially not when Shay begins to bite and mouth at the back of Haytham’s neck.

Haytham flinches, the desk creaking underneath them as Shay swaps his thumb out for two thick fingers. The older cringes at the burn, gripping onto the edge of the table with white knuckles. Shay thrusts a painful pace, working Haytham open on nothing but a little bit of spit. But it’s glorious and has Haytham groaning deep noises from his throat.

It doesn’t last long though, just enough to make sure that Shay is going to split him in two. Haytham wouldn’t mind, but now he at least knows that at least some respect towards him does shine through.

The head of Shay’s cock pushes at Haytham tight rim, smearing precum and fresh spit onto his ass. That’s the little warning Haytham receives before Shay is pushing in. He grinds his teeth together and groans a choked sob as Shay’s cock thrusts half way in. He pulls out a little before pushing all the way in, knocking a bark out of Haytham below him. He grinds his hips a little, causing a hiss to escape Haytham’s lips. It stings, yet his cock weeps are what Shay gives him.

Shay pulls out sharply to only begin a brutal pace. The first thrust knocks a pained moan from Haytham, tears springing to the corners of his eyes as he squeezes them shut. The table creeks with each movement and Haytham holds onto the table, his groans turning to moans as the pain slowly ebbs to pleasure. He turns his head to look at Shay but a hand threads through his hair to grip painfully at his roots, all to push his cheek into the hard wooden table.

“Sh-ah- Shay,” Haytham pants out, squeezing his eyes shut as he lets himself be used.

“Shut up,” Shay grunts out through clenched teeth. “I think you’ve said enough for tonight. Don’t you think?” He asks.

Haytham tries to look up at Shay, but he can only stare downwards into his table. He nods the best he can with Shay’s grip on the back of his head, the only noises slipping through his lips being pants and moans. He’s only let Shay ravage him a few times and with each passing time he’s only craved it more and more. Riling Shay up so that each pound of his dick into him is painful yet oh so pleasurable is something he’s found he loves. Letting go and having Shay have his way is enough to release all the months’ worth of stress he holds on to his shoulders.

Suddenly he cries out as teeth sink deeply into the nape of his neck. He squirms but Shay holds him in place as he maintains his pace, his hips only stuttering a moment before continuing on. A tear slips past his eyes as Shay laps at the bite with his tongue before he does it again on the other side of his neck. The table jolts loudly with how badly Haytham flinches. But all while his dick weeps painfully against the hard wood. He can feel sticky precum easing the painful friction he was panting over that was becoming unbearable.

Shay hasn’t touch him once and Haytham could cry out. His dick is trapped between him and the table, unable to reach. He slithers a hand down though, trying to wriggle in between himself and the table to touch himself but his efforts are short lived. Like before, Haytham’s wrist is grabbed and pinned into the wooden table with a loud thud.

“After the shit you pulled tonight you think you deserve to have some leisure?” Shay growls in his ear.

After a moment, Shay pulls out entirely. His hands stay where they are on his head and his wrist, not letting up for a moment. Haytham tries to wiggle back at the sudden loss of Shay but the Irishman holds him tight. Haytham’s eyes stare widely at the table, wondering what is going through that man’s head.

“I’d love to see the Grandmaster beg for it,” the grin in Shay’s voice can be heard from a mile away. “That would be a sight now wouldn’t it. Haytham Kenway, begging for cock.”

Haytham swallows thickly, brows furrowing. “You can’t be serious,” he murmurs.

The hand on his wrist disappears to only come back and slap him on the ass. He flinches, the table screeching a little across the floor. His dick twitches beneath him and he all but whines at the sting.

“Come on, Haytham,” Shay purrs. “I think you’ve gotten your way too easily in the past that you’ve all but forgotten what it’s like to beg and plead for shit these days. Wouldn’t do you any harm, might teach you some manners.”

Haytham hesitates, wondering if Shay is serious in this moment. He’s curious on what the Irishman will do. And as if waiting too long, a harsh slap is what he’s reward with that stings worse than the first. He groans deeply, his eyes fluttering shut as Shay kneads his ass with a large hand.

“Please,” Haytham breathes out quietly.

Shay towers over him again, bending down just over his ear. “Say that again,” his words curl around Haytham’s delirious head.

Haytham swallows thickly, peering at the other man from the corner of his eye. He must be a sight. Face pressed into the table, drool pooling around his face, hair a tangled mess. Must be ridiculously satisfactory.

“Please,” Haytham says a bit louder. “I need you to fuck me.”

Shay stands up, eyes wide at the profanity. “My, my, Who knew Haytham Kenway could have a such a dirty mouth on him,” he slurs, his accent thick.

“Oh pleas- AH!” Haytham cries out as Shay slams his entire length in. Haytham moans deeply, shakily breathing as Shay begins a quick pace, his cock hitting that sweet bundle of nerves with each pass. It’s all too much and has Haytham’s legs shaking where they’re pinned by Shay. The hand in his hair tightens and he finds himself only needing more.

“I want you to come only on my cock,” Shay grumbles down near his ear once again.

Haytham shivers at that, panting louder as louder as he can feel that coil of heat tightening in his gut. With his own dick trapped and getting only a little friction from where it is, he doesn’t think he can.

“No- I can’t,” Haytham stutters out.

Shay grabs one of the Grandmaster’s thighs suddenly with the hand that use to be on his wrist and brings it up so his knee rests against the table. The new angle gives Shay better access to drive into Haytham, all the better to drive into the older’s battered prostate. Haytham cries out, stuttering and moaning, trying to collect his breath the best he can but it’s futile. He feels every nerve come alive with each pass, his balls tightening as the tension coils even firmer.

“That’s it,” Shay groans. “Just like that.”

Haytham shivers, gripping onto the edge of the table as he cums. He cries out, his entire body shaking at how violent it is. He squeezes around Shay’s cock, stuttering him in his movement but he continues on. He knocks the moans out of the Grandmaster as he rides him through his orgasm, loving the way that his face scrunches up and his mouth falls open to let everything out.

The look alone brings Shay closer to the edge and he has to pull out quickly, letting go of Haytham entirely to pump his own cock. He cums with a groan, hot white ropes landing onto Haytham’s ass. He’s been ridiculed before for coming inside of his Grandmaster. Even in a state like this, he doesn’t want to step over that.

Haytham shivers on the table, panting as he tries to collect his breath. Maybe he did rile Shay up a tad too far tonight, but by lord was it worth it. He may not be able to sit down properly for a few coming days, but no one will question it. He’ll say it was a bad horse ride. Over his dead grave would he admit to something like this.

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[teecupangel]

What if Desmond was reborn as Shay’s son and the same age as Connor

We have this idea where Desmond is reborn as Shay’s son but, in that one, we made Desmond the same age as Arno for that sweet, sweet angst.

For this one, we need to talk about the timeline for a bit.

Ratonhnhaké:ton is born in 1756 and Shay put his lot with the Templars the same year.

This means Desmond has to be conceived in 1755 before Shay leaves for Lisbon. Specifically: Desmond must be conceived months before November 1 1755. (If you want, we can put it his birth date as March 13 then Desmond would have to be considered around June 1755)

He returns to the homestead late 1755 to early 1756 and there was a lot of snow during the cutscenes during that time so we can say Winter Months (December ~ February)

Why is this important?

Because we have a prime ‘candidate’ for Desmond’s mother:

Hope Jensen.

Hope would definitely hide the fact that she’s pregnant and would never say that Shay was the father.

Perhaps it was simply a night of passion that they never talked about.

Maybe there was a sliver of ‘something more’ but it was postponed when Shay sailed to Lisbon.

Regardless, Hope would still join the hunt for Shay and she would watch as he ‘dies’ after failing to persuade him into returning the manuscript (maybe even hint on her current ‘situation’)

After that, she would never tell anyone who the father of her son was.

Desmond would be born in one of her gang’s hideout.

He would stay with her while she worked for the Brotherhood and he would know she’s an Assassin early on. Her gang would serve as both his bodyguards and his nannies when she’s away.

He would be 1 year and 8 months old when his mother died while he was taken away by her most trusted gang members, running away when she noticed Shay spying on them while she was talking to Liam. Desmond was nearby and was taken away while Hope slowly filled the warehouse with poisonous gas.

Desmond would then watch the fall of the Brotherhood and his mother’s gang as Shay hunted them down.

By the time Desmond is four years old, the only living gang members that he knows of are the ones who took care of him.

To him, Shay Cormac is the man who betrayed the Brotherhood and joined the Templars to hunt them all down.

The man who killed Desmond’s mother.

And now we have the setup for Desmond’s revenge plot (with a twist).

So, in this one, Desmond comes to Achilles around the same time Ratonhnhaké:ton does. Maybe he timed it that way, maybe it was fate. An important thing to note is that he has been making a name of himself by rebuilding his mother’s gang.

Of course, it’s less of a gang and more of a Brotherhood by its own rights. They stick to the shadows and follow the Creed and its tenets.

People see him as a genius youngster.

The ones who raised him after Hope died believed that he’s a prodigy like his late mother.

So he didn’t come to Achilles to ask for him to train him, he came there to learn about Shay Cormac and if he knows his current location.

This is where our plot can diverse into specific plot points:

(1) Desmond learns Shay is his father but Shay remains oblivious.

(2) Shay learns Desmond is his son but Desmond doesn’t know about this.

(3) They learn of their connection with one another in different ways.

For Desmond, either one of the people who raised him (maybe the ‘nanny’) knew the truth, maybe she was a servant of the Jensen family who came to care for Desmond, or Hope left a letter for Desmond to read when he was older if she died to one of the people who cared for him beforehand.

For Shay, it could be the good old ‘Hope Jensen had a son’, ‘said son is around this age’, Shay remembers they had sex around that time, and did the math himself. Or the Templars learned of the connection and informed Shay.

This would change how tragic this becomes, especially on Shay’s side.

Desmond’s side though?

He already had a bad father as Desmond Miles. His father being the one to kill his mother? Yeah, that just another nail in the coffin he would be carving for Shay Cormac, to be honest.

Shay though? If he learned that Desmond is his son, he would absolutely try to connect with him.

He would be the reason why Shay would return to the colonies during AC3.

So if you want Shay to be part of AC3 then Shay must know that Desmond is his son.

Or…

He learned that Hope Jensen’s son has been wrecking havoc with Haytham Kenway’s son and felt that it was his duty to ‘finish’ what he started.

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Whatever situation they have, Desmond would be loyal to the Brotherhood. Not Achilles’ Brotherhood but the one he made himself. He’d support Ratonhnhaké:ton on his missions while suggesting Ratonhnhaké:ton join them.

Haytham would even comment on how their relationship is a bit similar to Haytham’s relationship with Shay but with the ‘roles’ reversed.

Desmond would clarify that he sees Ratonhnhaké:ton as an equal.

Desmond and Ratonhnhaké:ton would also bond over having bad fathers (although Ratonhnhaké:ton would remind Desmond that Shay Cormac doesn’t even know that he has a son so it was less ‘bad father’ and more like ‘bad Assassin’). In the end, Desmond would never betray Ratonhnhaké:ton and he has no memories of Shay being anything ‘good�� to him. Being his mother’s killer definitely soured their entire relationship before it even started.

So… it’s not going to have a happy ending.

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Or, you know, Desmond’s mother could be some random woman Shay slept with and he found out about him after betraying the Brotherhood. He raised him away from his Templar business and Desmond becomes an Assassin anyway because of Ratonhnhaké:ton. This one’s angst would be the hesitation of fighting his father.

Pick your poison. XD

[writingsofanobsessedwoman]

How the Assassins (and some Templars) would be on your birthday:

Ezio Auditore

He'd likely wake you up with some morning "exercises", and take you on a stroll/ride through your favorite places

A candlelit dinner atop a building overlooking the sunset to finish the day with some fancy wine

Would give you anything you'd wanted, including but not limited to a portrait of the two of you done by Leonardo (you'd thank the little artist later)

Rose petals leading up to your room

Leonardo Da Vinci

Honestly, he's the type to just let you lead the day. Shopping? He's there with you paying for what he can. A boat ride? Of course!

Would be sweet the whole day, holding your hand with a dopey little grin as he followed you

Flowers, your favorite chocolates, art supplies if you're that way inclined

Connor Kenway

You're very special to him, and he makes you feel it on your birthday

He'd get someone to make you a cake (he tried and nearly burnt the house down in the process)

Flowers by your bedside as he woke you up with sweet kisses

He'd go to town with you if you really wanted to go

Or ride around the homestead all day and show you some beautiful places he's found

Wouldn't let you do any work for the day

He'd end it all by holding you close as he gifted you a little carved animal (your favorite), and a necklace he'd bought one day with your favorite stone set in it

Edward Kenway

Would also wake you up with "exercise"

He'd sail around with you, letting you tell him where to go

He may even let you steer the Jackdaw for a bit

You'll likely not remember much, as you'll be drunk for most of the night

Would give you all kinds of jewelry the he's obtained on his voyages

James Kidd/Mary Read

They're a romantic through and through. And extravagant

Would wake you up sweetly, but it'd turn spicy

Down to do whatever you want, be it a picnic or drinking at a pub, they're happy

Gifts would be thoughtful, plus some jewelry and the like

Shay Patrick Cormac

See morning "exercise"

A romantic, Shay would have the whole day planned out for you

He'd sail you somewhere nice, and have a home-cooked meal awaiting somewhere quiet

Would take you back to the fort for a surprise party with a small band of folk playing music

Liam O'Brien

Assuming he isn't gone off on a mission, he'd likely take you shooting with him

He'd buy you sweets and just be sweet the whole day

Would dance with you in a clearing somewhere

His gifts would probably be practical, like some new gloves or something

Haytham Kenway

Prepare to feel like royalty for a day

He'd spare no expense for your birthday

The best food, the finest imported wine, best clothing he could find, all of it's yours

Don't think about lifting a finger, either

Breakfast in bed, followed by an extravagant ball in your honor

Jacob Frye

CHAOS from the moment your eyes opened

Tried to make you breakfast, set it on fire

Takes you around London

A surprise dinner (the Rooks set it up for him) on top of Big Ben

Would get Evie to help him with some flowers

You'd end up drunk, laughing, and happy

My birthday is the 28th this month (December), so this is my gift to myself. If you want anyone added, let me know. These are all kinda short, sorry. I've got a heck of a migraine at the moment. Probably doing some for the Red Dead boys next. And yes, I used gender neutral pronouns for James/Mary. Sue me

[imaginaryanon]

The first half of the kidnappers’ plan had been executed near-masterfully. Getting past enough restricted access areas and live camera feeds and guards on high alert to drug, subdue, and abduct a member of the Inner Sanctum of the Templar Order without so much as raising a single suspicion would have been a feat in and of itself, demonstrating a level of skill and coordination rarely seen anywhere outside of Abstergo. That they managed to capture Haytham Kenway of all people is nothing short of impressive, even to the man in question. Even if he also finds it deeply, viscerally infuriating.

if i lead by imaginarykat

assassin’s creed: rogue, shay cormac/haytham kenway, modern!au, ~3k words

summary: A swift, unfortunate end awaits the kidnappers and their budding career in abducting important Templars; what they don’t seem to realise is just how quickly they’re running out of time.

If they had any idea who they were up against, they would’ve ran.

(fun fact this fic was directly inspired by this art done by @pandaaaaaaaaxd, since i haven’t been able to stop thinking about that pic of Haytham ever since i first saw it 👀)

[halfmoth-halfman]

Fic Masterlists

masterlist tag | ao3 | squidgeworld | wattpad

note: ao3 has all of my fics, including ones deleted from tumblr and not found below the cut, while squidgeworld and wattpad are only partially completed.

3k Celebration

Masterlist

Assassin's Creed

Shay Cormac

Closure (angst) - ExAssassin!Reader follows Shay as he goes after Hope and, in the aftermath, takes her anger and confusion out on him.

Baldur's Gate 3

Masterlist

Jujutsu Kaisen

Masterlist Déjà Vécu

Modern Warfare

Masterlist A Designer Dress From Heaven And Your Dirty Wedding Ring

My Time At Portia

Masterlist

Spider-Verse

Masterlist

Stardew Valley

Masterlist

[deadfileinthecabinet]

Why can’t I find more fics of them? I need more Shay Cormac/ George Monro. I like Monro in the game, he feels like a reasonably good man. And their chemistry and bond (from my POV) felt like it had a ton of potential.

Look that pose, look at the sexy uniforms! They’re eyeing each other.

Like come on, Shay even named his son after him. So much potential for stories and fantasies here.

P.S come on, it’s like older guy, rescuing and then mentoring a younger one. Reminds me of Hakon and Aiden a little too. I’m starting to think I have a pair type that I gravitate towards.

[bookworm-with-coffee]

WIP Game!!!

Thank you for the tag, @ladysaturnsdust and apologies for the lateness!! ♡♡♡

Rules: make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

Here are the main ones I'm attempting to work on! Life has been super busy this past year so I've not been writing as often, but I'm still doing as much as I can!

( This excludes my forgotten and abandoned drafts. I have more WIP's, believe me )

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1. The Love That Binds Us (Frye Twins x Reader) [PLATONIC/FAMILY] - Set in 1888 (Jack the Ripper era), you may be the only one who can save London from the man you once considered a brother. < STATUS: complete, unpublished >

2. Beautiful Things (Vex x Reader) [ROMANTIC] - A Grimm and Lost Girl crossover and enemies to lovers fic centered around Vex and an unlikely foe, soon turned friend. < STATUS: incomplete, unpublished >

3. The Call (Assassin's Creed) - Set in the modern day, based on AURORA's song for the franchise's 15th Anniversary, "Hunting Shadows" < STATUS: planning/brainstorming >

4. ~Untitled~ (Jacob Frye x Reader) [ROMANTIC] - Jacob reunites with his childhood friend in London after some years of being apart. < STATUS: incomplete, unpublished >

5. Just a Kiss This Christmas (AC 3, Rogue and Syndicate Boys x Reader) [ROMANTIC] - Individual Christmas themed imagines centered around our favourites: Haytham Kenway, Connor/Ratonhnhaké:ton, Shay Cormac, Liam O'Brien and Jacob Frye. < STATUS: almost complete, unpublished >

6. ~Untitled~ (Vex x Reader) [ROMANTIC] - More Vex appreciation, centers around his redemption arc and "supposedly" non-existent heart. < STATUS: incomplete, brainstorming >

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[desmond69miles]

I am having such bad writers block but so many ideas it's physically affecting me?!? Even writing this made me ball my fists in frustration like that one arthur meme. AO3 is down and I have nothing better to do oh my god I'm going to KILL YMSELGFDKO

"Okay Lynn I understand you have writers block why don't you take a break?" SHUT HSIAFHSDOFJISDFNJKISDNJFS SHUP SHUT UP I have MANY ideas and have to put them out there so either another assassin's creed fanfic writer can borrow my ideas or I'll come back and write them later. So, please enjoy my wild rampage about assassin's creed characters.

(Also I HEAVILY doubt that someone will see these and be like "huh, I'm going to write something based on this." IF YOU DO DECIDE TO DO THAT, TAG ME!!! I want to see your work.)

Either Jacob or Evie falling in love with a templar reader, but the templar reader in question is none other than Starrick's only child and heir (A bit like Elise and Arno, to be honest). My mind has been stuck on this for so long it is actually driving me insane. I think Jacob would be more the type to have a forbidden love with a very important Templar, and bonus brownie points if the relationship is very angsty and full of conflict with Starrick and Jacob. Wait wait wait wait wait -- Jacob and Evie kill Starrick, we know this, but what if reader actually liked their father? What if after Starrick dies, reader hates Jacob????

Ratonhnhaké:ton (Connor) I feel would be a sweet lover. Like the type to bring you small trinkets from the places he visits and the type to teach you how to use a bow for hunting. I think it'd be fun to see a fic where Connor takes reader hunting for the first time (which is more just a tag-along visit) and either A) Reader doesn't have it in them to watch Connor skin/prepare the animal or B) Reader is fascinated with the skill of preparing an animal for consumption/skinning one and Connor is teaching them all the little tips and tricks to it.

I like the few fics I've seen where reader is Shay Cormac's child and either falls in love with Arno or doesn't agree with the templar ways, but what if somehow Shay's child is raised by the Templars and later reunites with their dad through Haytham, Gist, etc? A gold star if his child is absolutely chaotic and reeking havoc while Haytham and Shay try to fix the large messes made. (Shaytham agenda arise)

I NEED my girl Elise to be written for more. NEED. It'd be cute to see reader who's Elise's ladies maid and is absolutely crushing on the beautiful redhead, but readers a bit hesitant due to Arno and, of course, the air around same-sex couples back then. Come some holiday and Elise takes notice of readers crush on her, and just like casual comfort??

I had a dream a few nights ago where I looked like Rose from Titanic and was Jacob's wife (we were both older and had a son) and I came back from France and the nursemaid despised me because she was jealous of me and Jacob's marriage. I'm not sure how this could be written out but hey, if you want the nursemaid to destroy a marriage, go ahead.

Shit that's all I got in me I've been done for Bye bye It's time to go back into my cave

[sweetcocopowder]

Day Nineteen: DP/Naga

Synopsis: Shay has been chosen to be given over to the town protector and is more than willing to go. When Haytham shows himself, the naga that protects the town he's more than thrilled to show him how much of himself he's willing to give. He wants all of Haytham.

Word Count: 2.9K

Pairing: Haytham Kenway/Shay Cormac

Warnings: Anal Sex. Double Penetration. Double Penetration in le same hole. Naga Haytham Kenway. Hand Job. Sex Pollen but it's venom. Coming untouched.

Notes: Helloooo. I know i have written anything much with Shaytham this year for kinktober so here's something thats very different from the rest of my fics. :) Wanted to try something out and Naga Haytham sounded too good to pass up.

Being chosen for the ritual is one thing. The preparation is another. Being dragged up the hill to the temple is another. But being thrown into the temple with the deafening sound of the door being slammed shut behind him is the thing that sets Shay Cormac off.

Shay stumbles to his feet, brushing the dirt off of his naked body. His knees hurt where they’re scuffed, trying to pat the dirt from every inch of his skin. After so, he peers around with furrowed brows. The place smells musty and stale, as if nothing has moved inside for a very long time. He’s never been inside of the temple, and he never thought he’d be here, ever.

There are white columns that rise to the ceiling and lit chandeliers that hang lowly from said ceiling. It brings an orange and moody ambience to the large corridor that is the temple. And at the very end, lays a stone statue of the naga. Half human, half serpent. The naga that everyone talks about in the tow and every worships to protect said town. The statues serpent tail coils around himself as his upper body is hidden behind the stone scales and muscle.

Slowly, Shay moves closer.

He’s heard stories. He swallows thickly. The stories have all been graphic and… tempting. It makes anyone in the small town below the temple to be more than eager to be chosen. How did Shay get so lucky? He makes his own luck. And sometimes it gets him into real deep shit. But right now, his heart beats loudly in his chest at the anticipation of the night.

The stone scales shift suddenly, kicking up dust and other stuff that has settled upon the resting naga. The stone shifts colour, from grey to a dark shimmering black that reflects off the chandeliers above. It’s beautiful. He can’t take his gaze away from the shifting coils of scales, not even when a toned torso emerges from beneath. Dark, slitted blue eyes land upon Shay with an interest, a slim, sly smile forming upon the handsome face of the creature. His black hair falls over his shoulders and it almost looks soft to touch.

“Well, well,” a deep voice curls out from the naga. “It’s that time of the year again?”

Shay shivers at the voice. He stops dead in his tracks, almost ten meters away from the creature. He’s so much more beautiful in person. Handsome. The stories could never do him justice.

The village has a name for him. The original name is something old and forgotten, but the modern translation is something akin to, Haytham.

The naga slithers towards Shay off his stone pedestal. He’s, smaller than Shay would have thought. The way the town talks about him, Haytham is as big as the entire temple, struggling to move around inside. But his torso isn’t any bigger than the average man, his serpent half no wider than his waist. The scaled tail stretches out to at least five meters, pushing and winding across the stone floor.

Shay doesn’t realize how close Haytham is until a hand brushes against his torso as he circles the man. A violent shiver runs down Shay’s back, but he doesn’t move away. The naga grins toothily, his forked tongue flicking out between his teeth. He tastes Shay in the air, and smell something he likes very much.

“They know how to pick them for me,” Haytham’s deep voice curls over Shay like smoke.

 “Strong,” he says as he caresses his back, a clawed hand feeling up and around to the man’s chest. He towers over the man, feeling down his torso as he lingers over him, digging in nose into his hair and flicking his tongue out again, smelling Shay once again. It’s like he can’t get enough.  

“Succulent,” his tongue flicks out again at that. Haytham curls back around to look Shay in the face, grabbing his chin and making him look up. Shay doesn’t budge, moving to where the naga wants him. The man looks into those blue slitted eyes, unable to look away as if he’s in some trance. They look at him as if he’s a meal. But Shay’s crotch twitches under the look, soaking it up all the same. He breathes out shakily, almost keening with need.

“Cute,” Haytham utters under his breath, more to himself than anything else.

Haytham moves back to behind Shay, his hand never leaving the man as it ventures around to the back of his neck, and then down his back. His short claws tickle his skin, goosebumps flushing over his tanned skin. Shay flinches violently as one of his ass cheeks is suddenly cupped and squeezed.

“Relax,” Haytham hums.

“You just frightened me is all,” Shay admits out softly.

Haytham hums again, much deeper this time. He quirks a brow at the accent that drips from Shay’s words, but doesn’t comment on it. “Apologies.”

Shay’s breath hitches as a thumb spreads him open, pushed in easily with a wet squelch. The town made sure that he was more than prepared. He was drained and wrecked afterwards, but it’s for the best.

Haytham is delicate as his thumb is replaced by two fingers. He’s mindful of his claws, not wanting to damage what is his. A third is more than easily added beside the rest and Shay groans deeply at that. Each movement sends a mix of pain and pleasure through his core, his inside being more than sensitive. Haytham’s tongue flicks out as he observes Shay’s reaction.

Without warning, Haytham pulls his fingers out and he’s quick to wrap a hand around Shay’s throat. His tail knocks the man’s feet out from under him so that he can coil himself around Shay, holding him tightly. But not too tight.

Shay doesn’t squirm but he breathes quickly, his eyes so wide that he looks like a spooked horse. The pure heat that radiates off the naga is overwhelming at first. Shay would have thought that he’d be as cold as a snake and just as slippery. A shiver runs down his spin as long, needle like fangs run over his neck.

“This will help you relax,” is the only warning Haytham gives before plunging his fangs into Shay’s neck.

The man startles out a cry, trying to move away but Haytham only coils tighter around Shay. He can feel the venom course through his body quickly like hot, boiling water through his veins. It instantly makes him feel fuzzy all over and his head becomes a foggy mess. He feels like he’s overheating, an immediate sweat breaking out across his forehead.

Haytham releases Shay only enough so that the man leans heavily against his scaly form. Shay’s knees shake violently, and he holds himself up right by holding onto the naga. He groans deeply as the venom surges through his body like hot needles and straight to his rapidly hardening cock. He pants loudly, trying to compose himself but even without touching himself, his cock burns with want already that’s its painful.

“Now don’t go fainting on me like the last one,” Haytham’s tongue flicks out past his soft grin. “He couldn’t handle the venom and passed out right about now. Couldn’t handle it. But you,” the naga drawls out as he wraps a hand around Shay’s cock, giving it a firm and tight stroke. The motion earns the naga a loud, strangled cry from Shay, his grip becoming firm on his scales. His legs shake but he keeps himself upright and Haytham’s thin smile widens even more at this. “But you are a strong one aren’t you.”

“Y-yes,” Shay hisses out through his parted lips. “S-why I was picked- ah!”

Haytham doesn’t stop his firm gripped strokes, palming at Shay’s head to collect precum that’s quickly beading to run it down the length of his shaft. He becomes fixated on Shay, quickening his pace suddenly to milk those panted moans from the man’s throat to returning back to the slow and agonizing strokes. He seems transfixed almost. And with the venom flowing through Shay’s veins, now a comfortable warm that’s making his pale skin flush, all he wants is to cum.

Haytham’s pace quickens again, hand now slick with precum -that seems to just be oozing out of Shay at this point- making the glide just that much easier. Shay trembles, his knees threatening to give out. But with a hand firmly on his chest, pushing him back against the mass of Haytham’s tail behind him, it’s the only thing keeping him upright. Shay squeezes his eyes shut, pants and moans and groans passing past his lips as he quickly nears the edge. He becomes louder, and louder, his body convulsing with each stroke as if his entire body is one twitchy, live wire. He grinds his teeth as he nears, but it never comes.

A hand clamps at the base of his dick, stopping Shay from coming. He twitches and jerks in the naga’s grip as a needy  whine releases from his throat. Who knew the serpent could be so cruel.

“I do apologize,” Haytham’s forked tongue flips out between his lips. “I do like to play with my food.”

Before Shay can realize what’s happening or collect himself, he’s being hefted up on top of Haytham’s scaly hips. His back is to the naga’s chest and something, hard, warm and slimy slips between his thighs. Shay opens his eyes to gaze upon the two red cocks that stand at attention in front of him. They have a slimy sheen to them and have a tapered head. Shay swallows thickly, not being able to pry his eyes away.

They’re a little bigger than the average human, but the thought of having not one, but both of them inside of him sends a thrill through his body. His cock twitches at the thought.

Haytham licks a hot strip from the base of Shay’s neck to his ear. His words curl and hum deeply in his chest, “Do you think you can take both of them? Take all of me?”

One of his hands splays itself out on Shay’s stomach. Just the thought itself makes Shay’s dick twitch between his legs. He finds himself nodding before he can stop himself. Yes. He would like that very much. He can’t even form the words, his mouth suddenly going dry.

With a tight grip around his waist, Haytham lifts Shay up above one of his weeping cocks. With a shiver, Shay helps guide one towards is prepared hole, the head slipping in with ease. He shivers as with little to two thrusts, Shay is seated heavily on the naga’s cock. It fills him out in the best places, pushing deep inside of him and pushing against all the right bits. He exhales shakily as he plants a hands in front of him on Haytham’s scaled underside.

Haytham’s second cock rubs and twitches against Shay’s own, earning a shaky whine from the man. His own cock is still so sensitive, but the warm slicked cock is almost intoxicating. Gazing down upon it, he does hope that he can take the second one. He wants everything Haytham can give him. Not just for the town’s sake, but he’s been wanting this for a long, long time. He’s always wanted to be chosen for this, to see the great Haytham and have the naga take his body.

“I do welcome that they prepare my food for me before hand,” Haytham hums. “I’m not one to be jealous of such things. Not when it makes my meal much easier to take.”

His words send a shiver down Shay’s back. He shifts his hips up a little before slowly gliding down against, using Haytham’s thick scaled body as leverage. He repeats it a couple of times, getting lost in the feeling of Haytham inside of him. And every time he moves, Haytham’s second cock rubs up against his own dick and stomach.

“I wanted to be ready for you, Haytham,” Shay moans out through parted lips. “So that you wouldn’t grow frustrated or bored.”

Haytham chuckles darkly, his tongue flicking out to taste him once again. “Dear one, I don’t think I could get bored from you. You seem to be the best one yet,” he says deeply, a dark chuckle emitting from his lips.

Haytham shudders out a sigh with satisfaction as Shay angles his body ever so slightly so that his cock rubs heavily against his walls. He hisses through his teeth, wanting to loose himself in the man wanting to give himself to the naga but he grows impatient. Not bored, he corrects himself. Just impatient.

While holding Shay in place, he shifts his body so that he’s positioned in an S shape with the man still on top of him. Being around two meters off the ground, Shay holds on tightly to what he has, his fingers digging into the soft scales of the naga’s underbelly. But Haytham’s grip is firm. He wouldn’t dare let his little offering fall.

With his grip still on Shay, he holds him in place as he pulls almost all the way out to thrust upwards harshly. It knocks the wind out of Shay and he can’t catch his breath shortly after because Haytham sets a fast and deep past. The pure bliss and electric that shoots through Shay is almost mind numbing. He keens and whines, not being able to do much but take it. With the venom shooting through him, it’s as if everything is heightened to a ten.

With this, Shay isn’t going to last long. He can already feel himself nearing the edge and by how loud he’s getting, he’s close. His voice echoes off the temple walls. The venom makes everything hot and tingly and makes everything feel oh so good. Be damned if the town can hear him down below, let them hear him.

“I- ah! want all of- nnghah! you,” Shay manages to pant out in between Haytham thrusting up into him.

The naga’s slitted eyes narrow onto Shay and a wicked smile comes upon his face. He leans forward, wrapping an arm around Shay’s chest, the other holding him by the waist still to keep him just on the head of his cock.

“You surprise me,” Haytham grins as he licks a hot strip up Shay’s neck. “Not many have actually wanted to take both of me.”

“Please,” the man all but whimpers out.

Shay stays still as he feels the second head nudge up against his hole. He grinds his teeth as it slowly pushes beside the first. The stretch stings, but Haytham is slow. The slick on his cocks eases the way as he nudges and softly thrusts upwards into Shay, getting inch by inch of himself in.

With each inch, Shay can’t silence himself. He feels like he’s being split open, but in a good way that makes him feel beyond full. And he can’t helped the choked cry when he’s finally seated with all of Haytham inside of him. And Haytham doesn’t waste any time. He begins a shallow, quick pace that nudges everything up inside of Shay. With each movement, Shay feels every lung full of air pushed out of him with a whiny groan. His hands shake where they’re balled up on Haytham’s scaly tail.

It isn’t long before the naga is pulling half way out to slam his hips back up into Shay, setting an almost cruel pace. He holds onto Shay with arms wrapped around his chest, bringing him up against his own body. He wants to hear every noise that Shay has to offer. Every sound that he’s able to create from the man.

The new angle has the naga’s cock pressing up against that beautiful bundle of nerves that sends a full body jolt through Shay every time he passes by it. Haytham doesn’t stop, his tongue flicking out over Shay’s sweat sheened skin to taste him.

“You truly are a delectable offering,” Haytham mumbles deeply. “I may not give you back. Might keep you all to myself.”

Shay cries out as he comes untouched, holding onto Haytham’s arms as every nerve in his body lights up. His whole body stiffens and twitches as hot, thick ropes of cum land onto Haytham’s dark scales.

Haytham doesn’t stop, grinning to himself as he rides Shay through his orgasm. He fucks him until he’s quivering with oversensitivity, but Haytham isn’t too far behind him. He comes deeply into Shay, rutting upwards with an intensity that has the man choking out a sob. Haytham wants all of him inside, not moving an inch until he’s spent everything.

When he pulls out with a shakily exhale, thick white cum spills out over himself. Shay shakes in his hold, trying to collect his breathing once again. His eyes are squeezed shut and his legs shake violently, his body feeling like jelly. Haytham flicks his tongue out, tasting Shay once more. Delicious. It makes his whole body shiver with the anticipation for the future. He holds tighter onto Shay, his claws threatening to dig into the man’s soft skin.

Oh, the village isn’t getting this one back any time soon. He’s going to have fun with this meal he’s been given and he doesn’t like sharing when something is this delicious.

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[teecupangel]

Colossal Squid! Desmond and I'll give you my bones

“Have you heard the legends of the Kraken, Shay?”

“Every sailor has.” Shay answered politely, glancing at their guest.

Even as bitter wind gripped its claws at them, Haytham Kenway looked as prim and proper as a gentleman on his way to watch an opera.

Shay, on the other hand, had pulled the fabric around his neck up to cover his freezing nose.

“And do the stories tell of the Kraken a monster that destroys without any care of one’s status or upbringing?”

“The sea is a cruel mistress to all, Master Kenway.” Shay answered, glancing to his right. Gist just shrugged, obviously also a bit confused to why Haytham Kenway was talking about the Kraken all of a sudden.

“Yes, she is.” Haytham agreed as he walked towards the bow of the ship, “But the Kraken is not cruel.”

“He is playful and intelligent. He also has the habit of trying to show his displeasure using his limbs.” Haytham continued, making the other crew members stare at him, forgetting their tasks as they listened to a man who sounded like he knew the Kraken himself, “But above all else…”

“He is one ugly squid.” Haytham commented.

They would have laughed at that but the waters beneath them grew dark almost immediately.

Large tentacles rose from the depths and the crew shouted in fear and surprise.

Shay immediately ordered them to main the cannons but stopped when Haytham said, “It is no use. Human weaponry does not work on him.”

Shay froze, noticing that what he had thought to have been sunlight against the tentacles was actually…

Glowing lines that reminded Shay of the light of that device back in Lisbon.

For a brief moment, Shay was paralyzed, the fear and pain of that day flashing before him.

Haytham was still speaking and Shay tried to focus on his voice.

Haytham wasn’t there in Lisbon.

Shay wasn’t there in Lisbon anymore.

Haytham was his anchor to the present.

“The Kraken is what those who know nothing call him. The Templars though… had a different name for him.” Haytham continued calmly, as if the ship had not been kept in place by tentacles coiling all around it. There was no creaking sound and that only made Shay more frightened.

The Kraken knew how to control its strength so it wouldn’t damage the ship, only keep it immobilized.

That kind of intelligence…

“Desmond.”

Shay frowned.

Where have he heard the name before?

“The sea monster that Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad tamed. The ruler of the seas that cares for the Assassin Brotherhood.”

That’s right.

Shay heard Adéwalé talked about a ‘Desmond’ before. Shay had thought it was some kind of pet because Adéwalé talked about how it followed his old friend whenever he sailed.

One of the tentacles reach out towards Haytham and Shay shouted, “Master Kenway!”

Haytham raised a hand, stopping Shay from unsheathing his dual blades.

“Do not move, do not speak, do not even think.” Haytham ordered calmly, “He is here for me.”

“Will this be the day you drag me into the depths, Desmond?” Haytham asked, a slight curiosity in his tone, “Or will you still prolong this dance we share?”

The tentacle wrapped around his neck but, with how big the tentacle was, it wrapped his entire upper body instead.

Haytham didn’t seem worried, looking at the sea below as he stood at the very tip of the bow, “Well?”

Shay and the rest of the crew could only stare, frozen by fear and confusion, as Haytham was slowly lifted.

… before he was placed in the center of the ship. The tentacles uncoil around him slowly. There was a pause before it flicked Haytham’s hat off and Haytham simply gave a tired sigh.

The tentacles let go of the ship and returned to the depths of the sea.

It took a few seconds before the water returned to its normal color.

The entire crew gave out a relieved sigh as many of them fell on their asses.

“Master Kenway, what was that?” Shay asked and all of them turned to stare at the mysterious man as he picked up his hat.

“That was Desmond.” Haytham said as if he was just introducing a family friend he didn’t get along with, “The Sea Scourge of the Templars. He attacks every ship that shows its Templar affiliation. He won’t attack this ship though.”

“It won’t?” Shay couldn’t stop himself from sounding skeptical.

“As long as I sail with you, he will not.” Haytham said.

“Why?”

“Because that squid still believes I am my father’s son.”

[carissimipaixao]

Though, it was as if God had heard your prayers. Because, one day, as you walked along the shores, trying to think of your father’s success overseas, trying to pray for his health, you found yourself stopping in your tracks — your eyes fixated on a foreign spot of gray and brown in the sand. Your heart raced as your feet stomped on the ground, your hands holding up your skirt. And, as you neared the body, feeling for the worst, you just barely caught the dazed and disoriented gaze of the man before his eyes closed and his head fell back onto the sand.

— healing spirits (shay cormac)

[imaginaryanon]

[an excerpt from a letter from G. Monro addressed to H. E. Kenway, dated July 1757 and written in great haste] [...] I did not take Shay Cormac in just because he was an Assassin at the crossroads of purpose. I took him in because he has a pair of wings on his back, same as you do.

borealis by imaginarykat

assassin’s creed: rogue, shay cormac/haytham kenway, wing!AU; 10 chapters, ~30k words, completed

summary: A Templar and an ex-Assassin discover that their near-perfectly aligned goals and the fact that they take to each other the second they meet are the least interesting things they have in common.

The most interesting one being their wings.

[emperor-palpaminty]

Storms

I’m replaying Rogue and Shay’s voice is literally addictive so have an AC rogue fic because I am having feelings for Shay Patrick Cormac

F!Reader, no use of y/n or “you”

She curled up on the windowsil, staring out at the winds harassing the trees. This time of year and this close to the coast often resulted in brutal storms. She shuddered, pulling the knitted blanket more around herself, watching the grey clouds roll in. 

Her head snapped towards the door as it shuddered and opened, the tall figure dropping the fire wood by the entry way. “Ah, it’s far too cold out there.” He shrugged off his black coat as she stood, the blanket pulling closer. Shay looked over and smiled briefly. “Perhaps if I had a pair of arms to warm me up, lass.”

The woman chuckled and nodded. She was fully dressed, but still cold, or at least cold enough to put on the blanket around her day to day wear. “Fine, Shay, I suppose we could share.”

The man met her halfway- he bent and scooped her up, walking over to the couch and lowering himself, pulling her into his lap. “Hold me, lass.” He said softly, smiling against her cheek. “If ya hold me, you can scare off the cold that’s lurkin’ in my bones.” He kissed her face as she giggled, draping the blankets around them both. “Don’t want me dying of chills, do we?”

“You? Cold? Please, Shay.” She pulled her head away and looked at him, fighting a grin away from her mouth. His eyes traced the gentle curve of the smile as her warmth seeped into him with a shudder running up his spine. “You’ve survived on ice caps, and with polar bears.”

“Mm,” He managed, eyes still skimming her face. She turned her head away, her lips turning up in that giggle that he knew was her shy of his flattery and flirting. “I landed a lovely lass, you know.” He ran his hand up her side, leaning forward until his nose pressed to her cheek. Shay closed his eyes and inhaled her scent- she smelled of warmth, bread, and spices, all that were fond of his heart. “What did I do to deserve ye?”

She laughed again. It fluttered away as she stood, pacing towards the fireplace. “I should get a fire started.”

“Aye, it’ll make it warmer, but I can do it.” Shay stood, steps pausing only when thunder rumbled outside. He groaned and stared at the window, rubbing his hands together. “Great. The Morrigan is all out, and she just got a new shipment of powder- I hope it’s all loaded.”

“Shay,” Her voice lilted from the fireplace as she worked. She was holding her skirts back gently, humming as she stoked at the starting flame. “I am sure that Gist and the boys got it all loaded together.” She turned her head and looked at him, offering an encouraging smile. “Besides, if they didn’t, you could simply throw Gist overboard.”

Shay shook his head, but laughed as he picked up a couple pieces of wood. They weren’t damp, fortunately, and there was some more waiting in the covered part of the porch. “Aye, he would like that.” He walked over and bent down by her, gently throwing in one of the wood pieces. “He probably did something else to deserve it, too- just can’t name it.” He lowered himself onto the rug, watching as his lover did the same, picking up the blanket. 

“Shay? May I ask you something?”

May she? “Anything at all ye want, I’m as open as a book.”

“I know you work for Mister Kenway.” She stated. “And I know the nature of... some of your work.” The words were selected carefully, as if she had thought this out. “But before... he said you worked for someone else.”

The cold seemed to return, breathing down his neck. “Sorry, lass. That I won’t say.” She opened her mouth to speak, and Shay raised a soothing hand, gentle in his movement, earnestly seeking her eyes. “The less I say, the safer ye are.” She closed her mouth, pursing her lips in thought. 

“But I would like some answers.”

“And you’ll have them, but not today.” Shay wrapped his arm around her, pulling her to his chest as the fire sparked. It whispered and crackled, promising some semblance of peace. She didn’t need to know everything about the Assassians, his Brotherhood. Not tonight at least. “Today, let’s watch the fire and have each other in the warmth.” 

She nodded as she nestled back to him, her head lolling back on his chest. “And tomorrow, Shay?”

“Tomorrow I’ll throw Gist overboard. Just for ye.”

She laughed and pulled his hand to her lips, gently kissing it as the flames danced, the little sounds drowning out another rumble of thunder. “Of course.” She closed her eyes, the orange glow embracing her, lacing her lashes and cheeks. “And tonight we will be here.” She confirmed, softly, and he lowered his head to kiss her hair.

“Aye,” He whispered into her locks, running a hand over her back. “Tonight you’ll be safe with me.”

[theacblade]

AC Medical AU

Okay so like I have a medical AU idea. I’m not going to write a fic because I have two already going. But yeah I was just thinking of these and figured i would share :) Also note I know nothing about medical stuff so yeah just a heads up. 

Okay first Altair. Altair is an Oncologist (Cancer Doctor). He is the best of the best. He was one of the youngest doctors ever but then botched a surgery due to his arrogance. He almost lost his medical license and he had to work a few years to regain what he lost. Along the way he met amazing people and quit being an arrogant asshole. His best friend is Malik who is an Orthopedic surgeon. He also gets in fights with the Anesthesiologist Maria Thorpe but something seems to be growing between them. 

Malik is an Orthopedic surgeon (working with limbs). After losing his arm it inspired him to help make prosthetics and help those with them. He is at the top of his field and knows what he is doing. Altair and him hated each other at first but as Malik watched Altair grow up and learn from his mistake he had great respect for Altair. Malik also loves talking smack with Maira about Altair.  This trio works well together since Malik has cancer patients every so often. 

Maria Thorpe is an Anesthesiologist (puts people to sleep). She used to work at Abstergo Hospital but they treated her horribly. Altair then convinced her to work for him at Creed hospital.  Maria performs exceptionally in her field and is not afraid to correct a doctor. She even yelled at Altair in the operating room and Malik was impressed while Altair was in shock. Maria also gets mad at Altair easily but does love the banter they have. One Maria’s best friend is Elise who is an ER nurse at both Abstergo and Creed. Maria is trying to have Elise over at Creed permanently. 

Ezio Auditore is a Dermatologist (skin doctor). It's been in his family forever. Ezio is one of the more attractive doctors and the ladies love seeing him. He is extremely talented with a blade and is said to have the hands of god. His best friend is Leo who works as a pathologist (examines dead bodies). Ezio also has an intense rivalry with Borgia's dermatologist. His siblings are also doctors. His brother Fredrico is a plastic surgeon and his sister Claduia is an OB GYN (Reproductive doctor). Ezio has also been known to sleep around or is this a rumor spread by the Borgia's who knows. 

Leo Da Vinci is one of the best Pathologists. He makes some of the best drawings and diagrams of the human body. He is extremely smart and some believe he could easily scrub in for surgeries. Leo is best friends with Ezio and has made special blades for him to operate on people. Leo also has to keep telling Abstergo no about working over there. 

Conner Kenway is a Cardiologist (Heart doctor). He is very hell bent on helping his people and making sure they get equal treatment. His dad Haytham Kenway is the medical director at Abstergo. Haytham wanted Conner to follow in his shoes but Conner wanted his own path. Conner loves what he does and wouldn’t change it for anything. His mentor Achilleas helped him alot in his field. He works closely with Pulmonologist (Cardio health) Aveline. They both seem to have a mutual attraction towards one another. 

Aveline De Grandpre is a Pulmonologist. She works with the Cardio section of the body. She is all about being fit and healthy. She started this career when her dad had a health scare when she was eight years old. Her step mom works at Abstergo and its very awkward at family dinners. Aveline has gotten closer to Conner since the departments are close together. 

Shay Cormac is a Cardiologist at Abstergo. He used to work at Creed but had a nasty fallout with Achilleas over a medical manuscript. As he was job searching Monroe saw Shay’s resume and knew Absertgo would do well. He got Shay hired and now Shay works at Abstergo. Shay also sees the Kenway drama from Haytham's perspective.

Arno Dorian is an ER doctor. This man is used to chaos and can handle it quite well. He is always busy and all sees the worst of the worst. His favorite ER nurse is Elise. She keeps working at Abstergo but Arno is sure he will convince her to work at Creed. Between all the people coming in abruptly Arno and Elise have managed a strong relationship. Arno also got another doctor fired named Bellec after he found out Bellec was harassing Elise about working Abstergo instead of his job. Overall Arno handles the ER with grace and Elise. The only issue he has is his boss Napoleon who thinks he knows everything. 

Elise De La Serre is an ER nurse. Her dad is a doctor at Abstergo and her mom is also an ER nurse at Abstergo. Elise works at both hospitals for the pay and benefits. She also wants to impress her parents and Arno. Her and Arno keep the ER together with their skills and cohesion together. Elise is best friends with Maira but gets annoyed when Maria tells her to stay at Creed.

Evie Frye is a Neurologist. Ever since she was a child the human brain fascinated her. She is the best in her fields and published several research papers and projects. Evie does strive for perfection and this has led to issues with her self esteem but luckily her brother is there to help pick up the pieces. He is her PA (Physician Assistant) and the two work well in sync.  Whenever she does surgeries Jacob is there to help her. Evie also has a small crush on Henry Green, the head neurologist. Jacob teases her for it. 

Jacob Frye is a Neuro PA. He is always there for Evie and knows what she needs next. He was never interested in neurology however being a PA lets him work anywhere including with his sister. He is trying to start a group called the Rooks that help out around the hospital. He also hates Abstergo and how much they charge patients and won’t take most people's insurance. One of his enemies there is Crawford Starrick who is in-charge of billing at Abstergo.  

Bayek is a pediatric surgeon. He works well with children and wants to offer the best care especially after losing his son. He works well with everyone and some say he is the real leader of the hospital. He is also known for his awesome pet Senu who he will bring sometimes to cheer kids up.

Aya is Bayek’s wife, though their relationship is rocky. She is the head OBGYN and makes sure all her patients get the best treatment and medicine. She has published many papers and wants to be a professor at a university. She had a major fallout with another OBGYN named Cleo. After that Aya has become more reserved in her work. 

Desmond Miles is a jack of all trades. He is a General Physician (just an average doctor) but if you need him for surgeries, dermatology, or even just to help out he is there. He gets along with Atair, Conner, and Ezio the best. He was mentored by all three of them during his residency. Evie was fascinated by his term Bleeding Effect after he could perfect what his mentors did after one try. Desmond is beloved in the hospital and everyone loves to work with him and they all make sure to stay clear of his William Miles. William Miles is Physician Executive( the guy who does all the paperwork) and doesn’t get along with everyone. 

Rebecca Crane is the head of IT. You need an update on your ipad done, the website down not anymore its back, some crazy Abestergo employee trying to hack in no worries Rebecca is there. She is the best at her job and everyone loves her. She gets to meet tons of different people and loves getting to know them. She is also hell bent on stealing or borrowing tech from Abstergo since they are the leading medical tech hub. However they are no match for Rebecca. 

Shawn Hasting is the head Lawyer for Creed. He makes sure no one can get a penny from especially Abstergo who keep trying to sue them for stealing their medical tech. Shawn usually hangs around Rebecca and Desmond. He’s not too familiar with all the medical stuff but he does love learning about it. Shawns has everyone back and is ready to jump theri defense. 

Kassandra is a Psychiatrist (Mental illness doctor). She loves understanding mental illness and wants to help those around her. She studied under one of the best doctors, Hippocrates. She works closely with assistant Kyra and hopes they can have something more. Her whole family works in the medical field so competition is high.  Her and Evie love talking about the brain and Kassandra has helped Co-Author several of Evie papers.

Alexios is a physical therapist. When he was a kid he hurt his leg and saw how important physical therapy is. He is also super athletic and does several marathons. Him and Malik work closely and try to help each other develop the best prosthetics and movements. Alexios also has fierce rivalry with his sister Kassandra.    

Eivor is an Infectious Disease Physician. They have seen it all and want to help make harder to detect diseases more detectable. They were interested in all this since they were a child and saw part of their village in Norway get ill. Eivor also works with their brother Sigurd which is awkward since Eivor may have or may not have slept with Sigurd's wife Randvi multiple times.

I hope you guys liked it! Nothing serious and just some fun ideas I had!

[bookworm-with-coffee]

MASTERLIST

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The Hobbit & Lord of the Rings 🍃

• Excuses - (Thorin Oakenshield x Child!Reader) Part One, Part Two & Part Three

• LOTR/TH Characters as wrong number texts! - Part One, Part Two & Part Three

• Sleepless Nights - (Fili x Reader)

• Insecurities - (Kili x Reader)

• Softly - (Kili x Reader)

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Assassin's Creed 🗡

(*mainly writing for Assassin's Creed III, Rogue & Syndicate )

• Aesthetics - Evie Frye , Jacob Frye , Henry Green , Jacob + Evie , Lydia Frye , Shay Cormac , Haytham Kenway , Liam O'Brien & Chevalier de la Verendrye

• Torn - (Liam O'Brien x Reader)

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Lost Girl 💋

• Stay - (Vex x Reader)

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Hogwarts Legacy 🪄

• Incorrect Quotes - Punch in the Crotch

• Aesthetics - Ominis Gaunt & Sebastian Sallow

• The Greatest Heist of All - (Slytherin Boys x Reader)

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Van Helsing 🦇

• Night Terrors - (Van Helsing Boys x Reader Imagines)

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Being Human 🩸

• Dancing With Death - (John Mitchell x Reader) Part One, Part Two & Part Three - COMING SOON

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Star Trek 🪐

(*mainly writing for AOS movie series - 2009-16)

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